I am getting the kids ready for visit with Talib.

I got in at 4 something.

Talib's dad was supposed to be watching the kids.

Yesterday was his 50th birthday. So I got him tore up. Since May 2nd is on a wednesday this week. I wanted to go out and Teela volunteered to treat me all night, since she pissed me off this week....

I didn't wanna do anything real big.

But when I got there Lisa, Tabitha, Jessica, Sasha, Lizza, Monica and Terri were all there! LOL. List wore a damn veil. She is a wild one like me........

anyhoo

Here is some of the footage from last night..........

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Issues at the Job.......

Been having some issues here at work lately. My job title is Correspondence Associate. That means that I sit in my chair and process letters. I worked several jobs for years that had me on my feet. As you can imagine, with my chi chi’s being the size that they are, my health and back soon started to give me problems. For that reason and amongst others, I began to search for a job where I would not have to stand on my feet. For the past couple of months, the company has been reevaluating my position and how and what my job should entail. If I was able to work with a highly physical position. I would have gotten a job doing that. I promptly told my boss this last night…..I told him that I don’t want to commit to doing something that physically I will be hurting myself to do and let down the department and the team because I didn’t let management know from the get go that I would have issues. I don’t want the team to suffer due to me. I also offered to help do other things that would take over some other duties of the team without hurting myself to do it. I had a list of things. I came into this email this morning.

We will be looking at options today and tomorrow to find what the best solution for Office Services and the department.

Any questions please let me know.

Boss Man


What do ya’ll think?

Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?

Some of you may not know but I am close "friends" with a guy that was a member of the Navy. I recently saw him and I was talking to him about this movie......This has always been a favorite movie of mine......

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It's A Shame by The Spinners - Old School of the Week

Do ya'll Remember?

My momma used to love this song and sing it...rewind....sing it some more...rewind.....lol

Hope ya'll enjoy this.....

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Thinkin of my boy........one of my friends..........

Disagree with me if you must. Wu Tang is one of the greatest rap groups lyrically than any other group. Their lyrics and style has been attempted but not duplicated. But I have been a Wu Tang Clan Fan for many many years. My son has WuTang Paraphelia in his room even though it was before his time.....He tries to flow his own raps at 7. He will write a song and say, Ina? You like this?

Listen to this flow. I mean the vocabulary, the venacular, the skills, the flow and the creativity and all first got me into freestyling when i was a youth......Here is one of my favorite Wu Tang Songs.

Triumph.......Check the visual for the bees and the moon at the end of this.......

Me and my boy Antonio used to take turns flowing this about ten years ago when it came out. The first one of us to studder while rapping had to roll up or buy the next. We used to put all kinda conditions on our fun. Hey we were kids basically. Back when he and I were wearing matchin dickies, mini baseball bats, white tees and hockey masks while we were in the hood. I miss him. Need to get at him and shoot him a letter, and let him that we are thinking of him out here on the bricks...First one to have a kid was to name after the other...which explains why my son's name is Antonio...don't think he is every coming home.........

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

I'm the Osirus of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker

It's like this ninety-seven

Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine



[Inspectah Deck]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block



[Method Man]

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin firm

on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire

Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?

In the line of fire holdin back, what?

My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?

Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums



[Cappadonna]

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin

Tell your story walkin

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods



[Ol Dirty Bastard]

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang



[U-God]

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow

For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king



[RZA]

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top of your cerebrum cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

now terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, on Novation

Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation



[GZA]

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song



[Masta Killa]

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

and leaks sounds that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came one

to represent the Nation, this is a gathering

of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in rhyme form

Givin sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention

Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission

Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's me, black nobled you Ali

Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?

Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth

Ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz



[Raekwon]

Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer

Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala

Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

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What's Good.........

I had a pretty interesting three days off. Been riding around trying to make a little extra paper since I had a few days off work. Been on my hustle.

Went up to see my boo. He was in good spirits. Got to spend some extra quality time with the kids. We are not really into the Easter thing. I have never really celebrated Easter that much. I never got Easter baskets and candy and all that stuff when I was a kid. Around Easter we would hunt for eggs at school. I am Christian and we believe Jesus rose from the dead after 3 days, died for sins, forgives of our trespasses. But the Easter bunny crap, not in my house………. Let me explain.
The lady at the daycare gave them a basket for Easter and I stood there and gave Alexis a piece of candy right there. And the lady seemed kinda salty about it. DID I MISS SOMETHING?? She gave the candy to the kids but I wasn’t supposed to give it too her? Whatever. So I asked her and she told me that I was ignant and shit and I didn’t smack her, I just let her stand there ravin’ and wyldn’ out about how kids are supposed to have their Easter Basket on Easter. Hell, I don’t know the rules to this. All I know is that a few times out of the year, white folks declare a holiday and that means spend cash, right. Of course I know the true reason for such seasons. And I respect that accordingly. I know it as the day, Jesus rose from the grave and thought that was important. Bitches come to me too, with that, “did you get yo’ kids an easter outfit?” And “I gotta spend Blank amount of cheddar on lil ray ray’s easter this and that…..” The same folks come at my kids with the tooth fairy and the other mythical creatures that love to spend my money. Ain’t that a bitch? LOL! Now don’t get me wrong. I like to spend on my kids but damn, can a chick get a rule manual about these holidays. Not trying to harp on the subject but there was a lady at the store that was asking every customer what they were cooking for Easter. The line was long and this mo fo was taking up my very important Easter time. (Since we categorizing things…LOL) and I am crazy I know so she gets to me and asked me….What are you cooking for dinner tomorrow? I said, Tuna Casserole, Biscuits, Broccoli and Cheese and Milk. She looked like I had sliced the Easter Bunny’s throat or something. She says, “How could you?,” as tears welled in her eyes. “It’s Easter!” And I say and the next day is Monday. I can cook whatever I want and it’s still Easter. I paid for my stuff and walked out. Not one person asked or commented out of all of the people that were quizzin me about whether or not I told the kids about Jesus risin' from the dead to save our souls. Everybody was more concerned about the bunny and the traditions. I love holidays sometimes.

Today Is A Good Day

What’s good wit ya ya’ll. Been so busy lately. Dealing with my moms and the kids. It has been a surprisingly good day. I woke up in a good mood. The birds were chirping. The Stallion that was lying next to me was snoring softly in my ear. He woke up and put it down again. And rolled up some peji and blazed that. I needed that. It is good first thing in the morning.
I was on time to work for once. I didn’t have any trouble with traffic. My babies cooperated in getting ready for school. All my co-workers have been obeyin my 930 rule and my boss complimented me this morning about ‘how fly I look’. That was enough to make me laugh to hear him trying his best to learn slang. That and the series of events that happened between 12 am and 12 pm have qualified this as a good day.