Beef

OK, so today i have en tasked myself with a rather perplexing situation. It starts with an old friend of mine name "Goofy". Cool guy, hard worker, liked by all his peers, and a funny ass motherfucker. But as all sad stories go in life, Goofy met a terrible terrible terrible terrible end. Goofy passed on to the next life in a ditch, hands full on grass and dirt as he tried to pull himself up and look for help and make sure his attacker was far far away. The attacker in question was a typical redneck ass white bread racist punk mother fucker in a white ass town that doesn't like anyone that doesn't match in skin tone. Having stated that, this particular ass hole accidentally hit my boy with his truck. Goofy was hurt and laying there and he realized that the dude wasn't dead, so, he brick him to death. Literally, he beat goofy with a brick he had in the back of his truck, threw him in said ditch and moved right along. What really burns my briquettes is the fact that absolutely nothing at all in any shape form or fashion what so ever happened to this fucker because Goofy's family, (or those who would've had to press charges) don't live in the state of GA. Upon further investigation the cops actually helped him out so that nothing but the accident would be all he was held accountable for. Today this human pile of shit was staring me in the face as i logged onto facebook, i sat contemplating what course of action to take. Or if i should even bother, ya know, letting sleeping dogs lie and the like. But at the same time this friend of mine died at the hands of this scott free ass hole, that's not something I'm just willing to charge to the game. Deaths gotta be easy because life is hard, but to be brought to death's door and forgotten about? No way, no man has been born better off dead, in fact Goofy had more reasons to live than said cocksucker ever will. Well my friends, forgive your enemies, but never forget there names.

That Nigga shit

Well, fellow loyal readers, i blogged yesterday and it got lost or something i gues, i will reiderate later on though. Today we gone talk about that nigga shit. See i've noticed how much of an uproar it causes when people drop that word. I don't mean any certain type of people, just people in general. I am a frequent user of this word, all of my freinds are, and all of there families and relatives do too. In the lower regions of the ghetto where i got alot of nigga shit type experience, we only referr to each as niggas, cause they my niggas, and i'm they nigga, so it works out perfectly. I totally see why folks get all in an uproar and freak the fuck out about it, but at the same time, it doesn't always mean some fucked up repugnant shit about some one's ethnic backround. When you hang with you dogs, that is "Doing Only Gangsta Shit" that's that nigga shit. When you drop a duece in the backyard cause ya ma may have locked ya out or you can't do that at some one else's spot, that is nigga shit 4 tha real. Now when you address some one as "nigga" this is obviously more than an aquaintance or a person you have met fot the first time, this is probably an esteemed colleage of yours or even your best motha fuckin freind. The point is this word has been given so much power and is such a delightful way to get the small talk and hand shakes and freindly hellos right the fuck outta the way. Me, personally i feel that lots of shallow thinking and people way out of touch witht he ride or die soldier within have caused this word to be a thing of negativism, and puts it at the height of hypocrisy. All in all cadets, we strive hard here at scrappys to allow nigga shit to flow freely and without limitations. The next time you roll past the ghetto all nervous and shit, keep in mind the above information. You will be wise to the streets in no time at all. That's not to say that the reader(YOU) may not already be down like four flat tires, with no spare and the bumper got jacked. Ya'll breath deep and read aloud. nikia to the motha fuckin J signing off (for now)...........