And the light shown through the darkness

Well, you cod pieces, it's ten long grueling harsh days of no blogging. But at long last the gunman is back in the game and will soon be participating in the blog once more. I myself have refrained being that the sole contributor would have made it more the nikia, and how could that be? Why without the ever endearing thoughts of my cohort the blog just lacks in cheekiness and fun. So to keep the flavor that you savor, i had to keep it light. But now all that's in the past, the gun man has restablished his claim in the working force, and will be blogging it up in the very NEAR future. Tonight, it's me and christel, and my roast beef sandwhich, not to mention that derick is m.o.d. I even got this AWESOME goody bag, another good email and most important of all no one here to kill my buzz. Work just might be fun today, i don't even feel the sweaty hot grip of the man trying to squeeze the life out of me and hold me down. That's it for now yous guys, be easy and be expecting the gun man, he will strike when you least expect it. He was trained by a group of ninjas EVIL blood thirsty ninjas, in the deepest, darkest corner of the island of okinawa. He was beaten with bamboo everday for 12 hours then forced to out run a herd of rabid starving dogs with a giant bag of dead rabbits strapped to his back. At night when he was sound asleep he would be attacked mercilessly by other rouge ninjas who couldn't handle his mad ninja skills, then he finally overcame and met the blog ninja, that's right, the blog ninja, once more forced to push himself over the limits of any regular human being's ability. So you fuckers, get ready, when he hits you up you won't even be ready for dat shit. Nikia jone$ out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Burning them up

It's time once again to prepare for the annoying antics of the derangel, but the good is that it will only be for a few more hours! How sweet it is. The gun man and i have a rendezvous with the ladies to go hear and read some poetry, this is something that i am actually against all the way around, but i figure if i want a real revue i may as well but my work out there. The ending of the night will be a steak smothered in mushrooms and onions, and getting tender with the lady. The weather is getting to be pretty nasty, but all together it makes for good bed sheet workouts. (; I got a alot to take care of on friday, it will all be a severe challenge all in itself. The main thing today is to just keep my head straight long enough to complete all of the following that i previously mentioned. Once i am outta here, i can at least hit chill mode and truly take a load off. I haven't ate today, so that sets my task even further into the difficulty of keeping myhead. (i'm an eating ass fool case you ain't know) I must say though, the job blows dogs for quarters since the recent abolishment of the gun man. I hope like fuck these idiots get theres for this outrage. It would be fitting if they fell off a bridge, or fell down in a public place and ripped there pants totally off. All alone is all we are, is what kurt cobain once said, and for the first time in a while, i feel that very saying has totally reflected the way it feels to be drugg through the ringer up here without a laugh, or a joke being pitched by one of us to enlighten the emotional/work load. He missed out on the 430 female teachers up here acting REDONKULOUS. This particular blog is especially dedicated to the gun man. He's out there doing his thing thugnificently like a true stunna should. You all need to get with the fucking reading now fo the sho, this blog is getting to be an endangered one, without the intellect of the gun man i may snap under the pressures of filling in the fuckin blanks. So you all will be envoking the wrath of the gun man and i yourselves with the non reading you indulge yourselves in daily. So get with the fuckin reading, the m-fing will begin apace if you still refuse. suckas!!!!!!!!!!

Pepsi for the pain

Well, it looks like there will finally be a new entry today, they managed to remove tommy from the scene those communist bastards, and as always when it comes to the man and his holding one down, it was over money. I wasn't sipping anything nice to pour out for our misplaced homie, so i poured up some pepsi in his grand honor. You see, the the gun man is a very rare breed, true to the fullest, and the trillest of all niggas in this bitch. The very moment the fired him i wasn't present, but i was there when management was clocking him out for the very last time, the gun man even left a message that it was cool working with me. My bills never stop coming in the mail, and i didn't have a plan B, so i had to stick with it, I have quit jobs over the mistreatment of my fellow comrades. I have a few tricks up the old sleeve to get back at the mans attack though, believe that. What still gets me is the way that cock-block ass hole was RIGHT there to tell me about the whole thing, like he was gloating, and rubbing it in my grill, ready to tell me that i would be next or some shit. It's truly a sad state of affairs up here. Everyone stops by and asks about him and i have to tell them all the same old, same old. No one can believe it either, its' the biggest load of bullshit ever to them as well. I hope that the gun man can make itout unscathed though, he is bouncing back from the tyranny, already at another establishment doing his thing. So offer yo best to the nigga that they try tomake a fallen soldier. I hate them for it and hope they suck a dick with aids on the tip. Me? I gotta keep doing what i gotta do, for and you, and the gun man himself. In his famous wordz " be easy on the peasy"

Juicy Juicy

Well, today has totally ate a dick, i got folks with unnecessary atitudes, as well as a person whom has turned on me that i thought was actually pretty cool. I got the lady back into the happy heart status, yesterday she was denied acceptance to ther college of choice, but they told her to reapply as a freshman and all would be well. I got and hour left up in this peice, can't hardly fuckin wait to roll out. The best thing coming is the sloppy joes at the crib that the lady said was well on her way to fixin up. I got nothing else to be happy about, maybe the fact that i'm still breathing but i mean fuck that, i wish i waswn't breathing here and now. The comfort of my bed seems all the more enticing. Sorry for the glumness sportsfans, it is what it is, really. Listen to blind melon if the chance presents itself. Short sweet and to the point for now, hold it down.

Mt first instumental

Today i laid a track, i didn't wake up until 12 for the "meeting" later to be mentioed and well called by the gunnam. But wjen i got home i found this download that just said "instumental" and when i listened to it it was this fat ass beat, it could'nt be avoided, i downloaded more and began to fill inmy own lyrics and synced the two together via the computer. So far my only critic is the loyal lady of my life, but i know she's being bluntly honest, she did say she liked it though. I want to cop some Warren G and try to lace one up with his old school G-funk, that would be off the chain, maybe even some of the DOC!!!! However, the lovely lady, later she fell apart on me, she walked in the door with 8 bags of groceries a few hours later because of some awful news, we'll get into that tommorow if the monkey doesn't escape before he flings the poo. I had to chill her out, and then the healing process could begin. It was a real hard moment for Team-V. Hopefully i have intstilled the right words of encouragement. Just out of curioustiy, i was wondering what happen to DMX? i thought about that earlier because of that beat to "where the hood at" and alot of the DMX tracks from back in the day. Dmx..... Good stuff. I like alot of 50 cent too though. There's alot of sad truths in his lyfics, not to mention those beats, it's revitalizing all in itself to listen to. Well, it's almost time to go squeeze gats ya'll, ride or die.

New faces old spaces.

Well tonite is my first nite alone with the good old shenkster. It has been ok. Luckily rocksteady and bebop are here to cheer me up. also all or r kellys crew are here. i am officialy a cool guy now because they like me. also i hope to get a lot of guest request with positvei mentions of me. did everyone notice the new addition to the page. fluffy is a mean son of a bitch and also the destroyer of worlds. however i doubt he would be softer than sweet sweet otis. i cant wait ot leave today, we had to go to this stupid meeting about working hard and how we arent here for the money. fuck that i dont work for fuckin fun. i work for god damn money. they can kiss my ass. id like to see them stop paying peopel and see how many mother fuckers really want to work just to help people. once i exit this setting i am going home to the lovely lady, some cold beers, and my favorite relaxing moments. plus otis fuzzy and felix. i know all you readers and non readers alike understand much of that but if you hang in there i might let you in on the secrets down the road. well alrighty sports fans that one was short and sweet. be easy on the peasy.

Forked tounge ass headed shit sucking moron

I see so many people trying to copy others. But me, in all honestly, i likez to be the trillest most genuinely, ya know what i mean? I try to understand where most people are coming from and see there point of views the way they do. But there's a certain point where you have GOT to call a motherfucker on there bullshit. A certain someone tried me with some shit about being in Iraq, and serving time in prison(2 consecutive terms) which totals out to 14 years in a federal joint, and i got the closest of my brothers from other mothers over there RIGHT NOW, plus kin folk doing that hard time. But we weren't even close to the sandbox back then. So i said what needed to be said despite the fact that there was more than enough folks present for them to be sufficiently embarassed, no need in being quiet about it if you're not the only person who feels like "they have got to shut the fuck up with this lying ass shit" there are only so many ways to make me actually go the fuck off on you for random shit but that was rediculous. The place where i come from you get up at least two or three times a night to check on your crib (crackheads), in the morning you let your dogs out(incase you were asleep you keep them inside to keep others out). You'll see the street business as usual, and the usual suspects, you may even see a fight in the early morning if a head passes out in the wrong yard (mine was one of them) and gets caught. The cops never rode past the front of my house, all the people on my block knew eachother and the last thing you ever did was leave you house alone at night, or leave a window open. All this was the opening of conversation with the shit talker whom i have referred to earlier in my opening statement. The part where i called his bull, i simply told him if the boys that i hung out with in the "bottom" could hear this they would roll, he asks why and i simply said "bring what you say to g-ville and let them get u outisde and it would all be over but the crying." There's this saying we got there: I'm fo sho wid it, (i'm foe show wid it)-a little pronunciation, which bings me to the closing statements, if that dumbass went to any place where the real killas be, he wouldn't come back, they would've murked him on tha spot. (there's this thing about messing with chumps who come through the hood) I used to enjoy this, then i met this fool, and just before i called him out and was kicked out the place, i hit him in his mouth, and when he asked why, i referred to the above staement, called him a chump and waited for him to come outside...........................................