WEEDS(Gangsta Tv IN the Burbs)

weedsOk i cant lie i do like marijuana! She just makes me relax and feel at peace with my self.One thing though is that im embarrased or ashamed of it oh yes im also paranoid.See growing up most of us got told about the “bad” things weed does to you…you go crazy you become a thief and the list is endless.Then we are made to hate people who use because they just fit in.But with me i i got attracted to it…you know what they say, “forbidden fruit tastes sweetest!”.And yes it surely does coz aint nunn like getting stoned in a cool calm place as you do something you like ,like for my instance watch an oddly funny series that defies normality: Showtime’s Weeds.

I had never heard of it but when i found my neighbour with it i decided that i was going to watch it as i got my two joints last cold ass rainy night.

Funny from scratch,this is how the theme goes:

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same,
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there’s doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.


December 28, 2006 Posted by | drugs, drugz, funny shit, marijuana, my life, TV, weed, zoned out | Leave a comment



Im from the city of hardnocks,whores,fiends corrupt cops trying to get a piece of the pie…

a place where aint no jokin,kumi kumi and smoking , that herb so that we can get by…

crooked politicians murderous kids  are thieving,we thugging but dont ask us why..

so please just  fasten your wallets its war in this zone kid be carefull or you might just die…

December 27, 2006 Posted by | my life, Rants And Flames | 1 Comment


I woke up this morning late as a mufaka! thats @ 8 in the mornin and im supposed to be @ work by 8:30 latest.And to top that off theres no running water from the taps,luckily i always save some for such shituations.The guiness was too damn smooth yesterday but now i gotta suffer the consequnces! Anyway after walkin for what seemed like an eternity to get to a matatu(thats one of the problems of living in Donholm) I got stuck in traffic worried about being sent home by the big wigs @ work, a stupid hang over and a long ass traffic jam thats when that rock song started playing in my head,how does it go again?

“It’s a traffic jam when you’re already late
It’s a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife”.

shit is ironic anyway after reaching the office @ like 9:45 i found it almost empty! most of the other guys were late too! lol! that was a relief ya’ll have no idea,but at the back of my mind i was like i wish i dint run like i did(with my panting ass!) coz it really didnt matter!

Ironic aint it?

December 21, 2006 Posted by | Rants And Flames | Leave a comment

Down Hearted Blues

I recently put myself on the blues(jazz) not that RNB weak shit! i recently got this cd of that music like from the 19 20’s-70’s and i was blown away,now thats what i call music not that fake ass corny snap your fingers bullshit! i mean its nice but bubblegum coz surely you find pple snaping to laffy taffy like they did in the past! but this is golden! I think that music died in the 80’s period! forget nas(ill write about u soon son!). so when i feel the blues so will you!(@least over here)

Like i heard Bessie and i fell in love with her she is so sincere:

Title : Down Hearted Blues
Artist : Bassie Smith
Album : The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1
Year : 1923

Gee, but it’s hard to love someone when that someone don’tlove you
I’m so disgusted, heartbroken, too
I’ve got those down hearted blues
Once I was crazy ’bout a man
He mistreated me all the time
The next man I get he’s got to promise to be mine, all mine

If I could only find the man oh how happy I would be
To the good Lord ev’ry night I pray
Please send my man back to me
I’ve almost worried myself to death wond’ring why he went away
But just wait and see he’s gonna want me back some sweet day

Trouble, trouble, I’ve had it all my days
Trouble, trouble, I’ve had it all my days
It seems that trouble’s going to follow me to my grave

Got the world in a jug, the stopper’s in my hand
Got the world in a jug
The stopper’s in my hand
Going to hold it, baby, till you come under my command

Say, I ain’t never loved but three men in my life
No, I ain’t never loved but three men in my life
‘T’was my father, brother and the man who wrecked my life

‘Cause he mistreated me and he drove me from his door
Yeah, he mistreated me and he drove me from his door
But the good book says you’ll reap just what you sow

Oh, it may be a week and it may be a month or two
Yes, it may be a week and it may be a month or two
But the day you quit me honey, it’s coming home to you

Oh, I walked the floor and I wrung my hands and cried
Yes, I walked the floor and I wrung my hands and cried
Had the down hearted blues and couldn’t be satisfied

December 20, 2006 Posted by | tha bluez | Leave a comment