Legalizing racial profiling

Ladies and gentlemen, if you are a hater stop reading at this moment. Now, a quick history lesson, we didn't cross the border (first?) the fucker crossed us. Texas was "annexed" which is just a fancy way of saying being claimed then taken, along with was parts of nevada, oklahoma, and arkansas just to name a few. Moving right along, brown people don't get too loud about the past because as anyone will tell ya, its been so long ago that no one immediatley affected is still around to kick up some dust. So now we have these jack ass non pussy getting bitch face chode gulping ass kissing uncultured shallow fuck faced moronic stupid shylock fuckin race hatin jew prick hippie motherfuckers making it legal for the 5-o to fuck with the brown man, why? Because apparently all the killing and robbing in arizona happens only because "the illlegals" are the ones who are doing all this bad shit. (I mean really?) There's too much shit going down in this small world we live in for some dildos to start sticking it to the brown man just cause they want to. Of all the shit to get worked up over and all the problems facing us as a humanity what in the fuck can posess another human being to judge another by the color of there skin. Greed? Bullshit? Envy? If you run them all out who's gonna work the jobs that the avergae american wont? I've saw any other white people besides me in the fields or the packing sheds, or even most of the construction sites. Who's gonna work for minimum wage or even less? You? Yo momma? Fuck Arizona right up there dry desert ass hole. Its 2010, no one owns the world and no motherfuckin goddamn body has the right to profile me you him her or them because of our legal birth status, color, race, gender, period. That's all i gotta say about that, ya'll keep it real or taste the steel, nikia out.

Im back

alrighty gangsters im back. i know it has been some time but the Sandford is back and better than before. i have moved out to the country in the mean time. its nice and quiet and the destroyer is enjoying it. im still in the hotel business and it still sucks. doing the schooling thing as well. an accountant i soon shall be and then i will come and bore you all to death. of course today is a special day for us all. today is the peoples day. we all do what we enjoy and whole its still frowned upon, like masterbating in airplanes, its still good times. as you may have guessed i agve seen the hangover, totally fucking badass. also was zombieland. it been some time so im a bit rusty on the blogging. so this is going to wrap it up for today. but i shall return and it wont be long. ill be back

ps watch the running man. best arnold movie ever.

Just some shout outs

Well killas, i gotta say that it's just sad sometimes when a ya cant slap hands or hug necks and show some love to ya peeps, so today i have taken the opportunity to do the damn thang like a real G should.

My nigga shawn. (up in the sand box waxing ali-baba's)
Nick Smith. (holding it down in g-town, all gangsta gangsta n shit)
Tommy Sandford. (treading the furlow in the boro)
Barbara Faircloth. (chillin to henry rollins in collins)
Tracie and Ricky Durrence. (living large and in charge)
Starry Shaff. (dodging the man in the promised land)
Tavarus Miller. (all thriller no filler R.I.P.)
Kendra Adams. (still in it to win it)
Blood Raw. (thanks for the autograph)
Eric Skoglund. (got my back like chiropract)
Dreyfus Lewis. (holding it down to the ground)
Gene Martinez. (still the man with the plan)
Boo. (still not loving police, still holding me down with my cuffs and my crease, still makin that decision with precision, still my wife and the reason im living)
Big Boi. (with that feel for real deal-thanx for the autograph)
Mike DeBerry. (laying beats that might be scary)
Wesley Smith. (in the navy, & I hope its all gravy)
Julio-Ceasar Villalobos. (you gotta know, i got mad love for ya bro)
John Williams. (get it straight, b4 its too late)
Severo Hinojosa. (a real o.g. to everybody)
Tonio Villalobos. (keep ya close to where it counts the most)
Balmori Amaya. (you still the man, but i understand)
Nicholas Martinez. (still on my mind, though you're hard to find)
Tommy Norris. (still notorious)
Mason Anders. (still giving to make a living)
Will Meyer. (non drinking cause of what she thinking)
Wesley Durrence. (drunk on a constant occurence)
Marty Pye. (thanks for billy jean, she still so fly)
Ferdinand Beaumont. (i gotta crouch cause you hog the couch)
Dontay Collins. (flippin lids and chasing kids)
J. Sarceno. (hope it aint costin in boston)
Trey Lindsey. (still wondering what happened to the danger ranger)
Liz Joyner. (still in pain cause they got ya in chains)
Jeremy Winston. (slapping hands and making plans)
Josh and Jacob Villalobos. (whats cua)
Armando Ramirez. (making it happen in claxton)
Logan Mackeaveli. (never rude, like a solid dude)
Mark Taber. (babies, lungs, and nudies)
Geri Smith. (whats class if u cant pass)
Sonia Bowling. (makin room for a shroom)
Cecil Neuman. (no hate, while playing straight)

In all honesty this is gonna take me a lifetime when i think about, so if ya name aint present dont sweat it, i got no time and im fresh outta ryhmes, be easy on the peasy or else you'll turn japanesy. Happy motha fuckin 420 niggas!!!!!!!! Nikia J out.

She a hoe fo sho!

Guy and gurls, its another day with little or no pay, and of course no blog from the gun man himself. Moving right along, lets analyze a motha fuckin bitch ass HOE! Ya really have to understand the stamina and the abilities needed to be deemed "hoe." And please beleive me when i say that i certainly aint referring to no garden tools. First if she can run in them stiletto's, and still not spill a drank while chasing some nigga wit some bread, she a hoe. If she clean ya house for a rental, HOE. Who could ever forget the hair, more than 2 colors, and two stylings that make it look like a monet, HOE. Race don't matter, and she can be short, tall, skinny, fat. The most trifling ass hoes i know are some short skinny white girls that reside in the nether realm of gooseneck ga. (sad i know) The funniest thing about hoes is there modest interest in the high class folk who never come around them, instead they search them out, there's the flirty flashy atention grabbing aspect that'll make ya pitch your empties at there face. But most important of all is the get up. A hoe will hold no shame, and big girls especially, will wear whatever, whenever. (rolls apparently come free with this particular breed of hoe ya know) Now big girls do need the love, but in my mind, maybe they should be paying the poor sap who couldn't get a date and got stuck taking a hoe with him to the spot. I mean this man gonna spend his bread all night, and you aint gonna let him hit til he break bread with you, so why not just show him the chase and let him cut to it so to speak. Anyway, fuck a hoe, that's why nikia has since long ago steered clear of all the hoe-ware, and daitng scene. I gotta bad bitch who can scratch my itch. Anyhow keep bleach in the bathroom, nikia J out!

Zombie apocalypse!!!!!!

Today's blog is brought to you by glock, one good motha fuckin gun. Moving right along ladies and gents, I wish to bestow upon you a slight gleaming hope of mine, that although ridiculous and out of range of reality as it may be, I hope deep down will come to pass. I dont like people, in groups, or crowds, one on one, or even in my immediate surroundings. Don't get me wrong, I am "good" with people, and know how to interact and approach the majority of them, but all together the dis taste i have for them is that of cats for dogs, or vice versa. It isnt all people either, there's a saying when living by the G-code that real recognizes real, and as far as I can tell this has held more truth than sticks and candles. Its for that reason that I hope deep down that the next "viral catasrophe" is a sickness that causes people to turn into those sick ass zombies. My house would be a fuckin fort surrounded by punji pits, flying moltoff cocktails, and every wall would have the just in case shotgun. That shit is the shit! But tha main thing is the lesser number of world destroying non respect having ass shit bags! Just imagine having the pleasure of stepping outside just to blast those annoying people who live all around, who dont look both ways before crossing the street, and eat the last slice of pizza while guzzling the last dew. (Fuck shit) In the end, just lettin me loose on some mindless used to be people now they must type shit is just what a nigga needs sometime. People though, they still equal shit, and eat it. To all of my people, keep ya glock close, and ya shotty closer. N to the J is out, for now anyways, ya'll be cool, and avoid the gruel.

A blog for the fallen.

Every so often every gangsta ass fool has to take a minute for those who have ceased to be, near, far, family, or just a another cool killa in ya click. Today just happens to be a day where that notion has come easily without alot of emotional regression. I done poured out the liqour and had a few t shirts made, but i didn't get to speak of how awesome each of them still are and how much they meant (or mean) to me. To this day the eulogy of my grandmother causes me a great amount of anger, no one allowed me the priveledge to speak of how amazingly loving she was, and made the very best food, my grandma made cat head biscuits that could make a puppy pull a train! Then of course, there's Frank, a fellow glennville gangsta, with the flavor one can savor. Frank was a friend of friends, he lost his shit in his car one day and left for good, he prolly hustling up in whatever afterlife there is for a gangster of his caliber. (.40 like a glock) My closest ally of course, is piper, she died so long ago and the things she left behind were full of the memories we shared and made, but relationships change when your gone too long. Then of course Andrew, shot and killed by a cop with out any god given sense, and the lack of the knowledge to fire a fuckin warning shot. All my homies are never forgotten, gone maybe, but far from left to rest in peace without a trace of there exsistence bestowed upon those who may have never met them. Well that's it for now killers and cousins. You see Tommy the gun man himself give him a nice slap for me, (nigga still aint blogging)!!!!!!!!