Forceably insert it into your rectum

Aight killers and drug dealers, let us voyage into the depths of this thing known as the hilton. Today, i had to come in early, then, i had to check the folks in AND play the part of the bellman. It was pretty cool, 60 bucks worth of coolness to be exact and on track!!!! It's hot as balls at the front so that much is still blowing dogs for quarters. Then there's the jayfer, he left early yesterday to "treat his old lady" so today he gets to do it again? What the fuck is that? But lets get down to brass tax, ya boy got to stick it to tha man! The day before yesterday i get this call, a bunch of my homies from ol Glennville were being held in custody by the man, knowing that nasty Nikia Jones is the Johnny Cochran of the ghetto, and bi-lingual, it was time to get down with the getting down. So i drives this brand spanking new Tundra (which kicks major fucking ass on the highway) to Atlanta and walk into the sherriffs depoartment and ask for the 8 mexicans that were locked up a few weeks back, they ask for the bread, and my only response is that they have served there week and there for no bail was required, i got a number of looks and even a few glares, especially from this one guy who will be addressed a little further in our venturous tale. They bring out seven of the dudes and all appears to be in order, but then i ask for osiel, the last of the migos, i get this lame ass story about how he can't get out until tomorrow and that unless we had the 1,900 in cash for his bail he wasn't going to go anywhere, a few phone calls later and the word of a good ass lawyer we were well on our way to the promised land, (you know home) the worse part was having the drive the entire way with no sleep, and getting back to the hilton for a 2pm meeting. But as fortune would have it, i was over an hour late and missed out on the enlightening info from the ralston. All in all today is kicking alot of ass, Big Boi of Outkast is inhouse tonight and if the night plays out just right, i'll get to meet the man in person! For now ya'll be trill, chill, and ready to kill. Nikia to the j on his way. PEACE!!!!

Welcome everbody to the wild wild west....

This morning i awoke thinking of the time i met my real dad for the very first time. I was 20 years old, i still had a mane that hung well past the middle of my back. We had to fly to texas (me and my 2 lil sisters) and meet him there at the airport, i was all 6's and 7's waiting at the door to see if i could spot him out before he got to the door itself. I thought a few times that he may not even show, but he did, i see this 6' 9 dude with a huge cowboy hat and he was accompanied by another big guy and this one little lady, marta. I sat poised savoring the moment, i let go of the breath that i didn't even realize i was holding..... Then he walked right past me straight to my two sisters. Now, they had seen a picture of him prior to our meeting. And he likewise had seen a few pictures of them, they had talked on the phone some before the meeting had been arranged and we decided to meet at the airport. He asked amanda and darlene where i was, they pointed at me and the look on his face said it all. I really didn't give a fuck for any of what happened next. But mexico, my uncle pocho, (that's right NOT poncho) and my grandparents were all the shit. My real dad kept interogating me as to whether or not i do drugs, then we switched to my religion, then we switched to my clothes. It went on and on. In the end i got my half brother out of it, and marta and uncle pocho were the bomb diggity. I wish to this day that i hadn't went because it made me hate my old dad even more. You see, he had this story about the way things are and the way things were and why he and mom weren't together anymore. But he fucked up in the lying as to how he waited so long to have another family. You see my intuitive audience, my half brother Julio and darlene's ages fucked his shit all up. If what he said had been true julio would've had to have been a little younger. Me and him have a special understanding about the way things are and the way they will be, i hope to bring him down to the dirty dirty this summer!!!! We watched robot shicken ever night and i thought him all about the way and the code of the samurai. I also got to see St. Elmo's fire. that was some scary shit all the way around. I wish juan manuel the best in this life. But i sure as fuck hope i don't have to stand before him and get all those old hatred feelings out and about again. To this day i can't really sat that i love that fucker, but i am glad that i got to learn directly from his ol punk ass. That's it for now from the mind of the man named nikia jones. Ya'll keep away from the man, cause he ain't really trying to keep away from you aight? PEACE!!!!!!!