Well, I guess conflict is everywhere. You may fall out with someone at the grocery store, the mall, or even at a gas station. At work, FAM, wherever, shit happens to us all. You see conflict everywhere,
FAM, no matter where you go or who you are. You just happen to have a disagreement, push comes to shove, and well, the rest is history.

Prison is so much worse, FAM. You have so many people put together in such a small community, and well, shit hits the fan really fucking quick. I fought my cellmate over some soap??? Like who gets into a
fight over a fucking soap? Guys tell me I stole his soap. What the fuck? I did not steal his soap, but since he’s being disrespectful, I hit him first. I lost. I was no match for him, no bullshit, FAM. The
guy crushed me. I fought my hardest and still got crushed, black eye and everything, FAM. I told him I don’t give a fuck if you won; we’re gonna fight every day till you go home, bitch nigga! I won his respect
after that, but in prison, all you have to do is fight, win/lose, or draw, just defend yourself, FAM.

Another time, I fought over a fucking sewing needle. Damn bullshit. Is this just me, FAM? What about a riot starting over a pack of cookies a guy owed but didn’t want to pay? So much fucking conflict. The air is thick, and the devil pretty much instigates shit like crazy. All it takes is a couple of words or even a movement, and it’s over. You’re fighting all out, trying not to fucking lose. Even my first time on an ID unit, I saw and was in the middle of a fight. I had to get out of the fucking way.

There was a time in segregation that we used to go outside and fight. I even saw a security officer and a prisoner fight, which the prisoner won. It’s fucking crazy in prison. For the littlest thing, you create conflict. You can’t stop it; you just keep your mouth shut and keep on moving, FAM. If you keep on losing, then get better at fighting, FAM. Even when you’re trying to stay out of trouble, it just pulls up on you, FAM. But in prison, you have to fight; you have to survive, just stay alive, FAM, real talk because if you don’t fight, you will face so much worse, and you will be labeled a coward. People will feel they can easily handle you, take from you, bully you, whatever. But it will not be just one person doing this, FAM. One day, you will be sitting at a table, and a guy will just take your lunch tray, or you might go to work, come back, and find all your personal belongings gone. So you have to fight, FAM. You have to defend yourself, even if you lose, FAM, just fight back. People will respect that in prison and just leave you the fuck alone.

Regardless, though, the conflict never ends, FAM. Seg is another place where conflict is complicated. Sigh! Stupid shit, FAM. One day, you meet a guy, think he’s cool; the next day, he’s yelling at you, throwing shit at you or your cell. No lie, this happens. Just two days ago, I witnessed a spitball fight, dumb people spitting at each other in passing. Like, FAM, I’m a gangsta, cut that hoe, FAM, make that hoe bleed. It’s how I was taught. But these people in solitary confinement are conflicted. One guy told me I can’t get to them, FAM, so I hit them with that shit mixed with piss in a bottle. I’m like, FAM, so like you had to dig in a toilet, scoop shit up with something, transfer it to a bottle, then piss in the bottle too? He says he uses gloves. I’m like, OK, say no more, FAM. Do people throw shit on each other out there if you don’t like someone? Is this normal, FAM? Nah, I ain’t think so. But this is prison, and the littlest thing can explode in your face, literally, FAM. Just keep your head up, fight hard, and thug it out. A black eye ain’t shit; you’ll heal up. Who knows? You can run that shit back and win the next fight. But no matter what, fight back, FAM. It’s probably the best advice one can give you in prison because conflict is everywhere; it’s inevitable, and the devil just laughs at this from a distance…