The new world

My Life as we all know it has alot of unusualy events and thank God I am able to live through them to tell the masses. AS you all know I work with mentally handicap people of all ages and to be honest there are sometimes when I ask myself "did this really happen"? I was at work last week, and i was in charge of watching 2 guys in there home. WEll this one guy named Nick never has clothing because he will take it off and pee on it or flush it down the toilet. ANyway he starts a fight with the other guy who is down syndrome. I break it up and he tries to fight me. Of course I am a ninja so I put him in a hold and locked him up, but he didnt give up. He then sits on the couch and puts on an 80's workout tape of some fat woman and starts to masterbate for about a half and hour. He continues to play with himself even as I tell him to quite it. This is his routine. I also had to Ninjarise another patient who is a modern day Chunk from Goonies. He tried to beat me up. He cursed me out and gave me the bird. Now you guys close your eyes and picture me fighting a bunch of handicap people like I am some thug from the streets acting hard to handicap people. I dont beleive it myself but that is a normal tuesday morning for me How is yours?
Oh if you havent seen City Of God please see it it is great.
I got a new place I am out of the hood into a dope spot with my ashey brother. I love it.

The Stench-

I am inviting you to look at life through my shoes right now and try to feel what I feel. As you know I live in a house full of Grimy cats. I walking in the other day at around 1am and my 39 yr old room mate was so high and drunk and his boy was sucking on a pipe with the door open. First of all my room 24-7 smells like a jacket full of the good Stuff(Ganja baby). I lay on my street bed and get high off the stench. Have you ever been in a house that is occupied by white Trash? The smell is so distinct that you smell it by a breeze from a mile away. WEll my good people that is what my little house smells like. I have no say in it that is what it is. TO make it better they got another cat and the Kitty litter is in the Bathroom, so as a smell my own poo I have to smell the sweet aroma of the cat *&$%#%. oh what a life in the hood. I am not complaining I am just venting because it is bad. I will be leaving there soon with my negro friend Shelby in the next week or so. Life will resume to normal as well. Halloween was spent at work with my handicap friend DOm. WE trick or treated in the white trash capital of anyplace I have seen since SOuth cArolina, a place called "Vicksburg". PLease dont ever go there please. I must Say I do love life and all it has to offer so I will take it how it comes and trek on becasue I will live to tell the story.
GO SEE RAY. the new ray charles movie, it is long but I loved it.
Trible hoochie

Parting is such sweet sorrow!

This week has been the hardest week for me here in the ZOO. I have been on a crazy little ride around life's opsticales and have lived to tell the stories. This sunday I was brought back to my earlier years of This Ywam thing. SO many fond memories of God's goodness, and friends that will do most anything for you, late nights doing bascically nothin and loving it more then I could imagin. I must confess in the simplest way I MISS YWAM. I miss the way you wake up heated beacuse you didnt get enough sleep and the minute you get in the pavilion you feel the presence of God and he rocks you. I miss how in the weeee hours of the night your bed falls through and you bang your head. I miss how at anytime you can see a man off God playin giutar for a pretty girl(I am giulty of that in occasion). I miss how you feel as if the world cant come close to beating you down and you go to a nation and Bless with merely nothin to offer but Jesus and that seems to be the answer. What a life I lived for such a sort satisfying time. But those days are over, now I find food stamps on the floor and pray that the person who dropped them wont come back for them, I search for beds on the street that can take the stress off my back that the masa whips on,I ask for medicine from the hoodrat next door to cure the marks from the nuse that they put around my neck. Being hung aint no laughing matter. My feet hurt cause of the tap dancing in the streets..."AS LONG AS IM HOOFIN". you can see where Im coming from now cancha. If the exageration puts you in a bad mood the heck wit you life isnt always as it is written. Just call me the modern day Yellow Jounalist or a Muckrucker. To sum it up I am trekkin on to a day where I will be basking in African Sun, have given all my possesions away and hold on to what is true.... Him who provides all my needs. Hold on my people more to come.
Tribes official Niggy

oppppppppppps.............. I did it again!

This weekend was very interesting for the world of people who hang with the infamous potty mouth Limata. Just to give you a little insight to what happened this is how it goes; I was at my friend lisa's birthday party yesterday, it was nice there was family memebers and friends, grandmas and Aunties, kids and the whole deal. Well we were all around the table, some sitting others standing and then me Negro friend Shelby said that something smelled like an upper lip! Some laughed and some didnt but me being the genius I am say "son you are nasty show could you say that around these people dont you know that they arent talking about your upper lip but the other lip on a woman! SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHHHHHHHHHH goes the crowd. You could hear a mouse pissing on cotton in that room. THen people started to leave and say "oh that was good to hear", "who is this guy", "who invited this nasty kid". Well you know me guys I jumped right back on the horse and rode on. I dont care, Why dont people just want to hear the dirty truth about things. I am the kid, the "CHOSEN ONE" Sent on this earth to say the things that no body dares to say and to tell it to the people that no body dares tell to. I am the TRUTH, THE True Niggy, A Sent ONE, A PROPHET WITH HONOR. Until the world is ready to hear the truth and accept it I will continue on my Pillage and my destiny to the MECCA of peoples hearts and spit the Truth. Holla at your Niggy
Trible mouth of the hood.

Aint tis a messy sitchaation but glory be to God

WEll my prodominatley White Fellas that have this Blog, you might just want to be in my shoes today or may I say last night. I was blessed about 2 weeks ago with inherating a Queen size bed from my old roomate which was amazing. Well about 2 days later after my Vanilla Queen girlfriend who I love dearly got me some pretty sheets, a new roomate moved in and was promised that same bed and I didnt know. WElll this grimy looking 39 year old man snatches the bed from me and leaves in in the ghetto state of mind "oh boy am i gonna stab this niggy". anyway I had to resort back to the twin bed I have had my whole stinking life and my african friend had to take cold floor. Now this is when it gets hood: I was looking to buy a bed and saw some ads in the Newspaper but nothin caught my eye. Hannah was driving home last night and spotted a bed at the side of the road and called me to check it out. So at around 12am my dark brother and I headed to the scary town of plainwell where hannah lives. There are only 2 black people and one of them is hanging on a tree(if you catch my drift) We drove by and spotted the bed. It was a Queen size bed like the one i had and it had a box spring. we parked across the street and in the Dark we grabbed the bed and and the box spring in a good 5 seconds flat and put it in the back of hannah's truck that I borrowed and we skated home. Now as of 1 am last night Michael Paul Limata has resorted to the lowest, Ghettoest, grimiest time of his life.........................But has a fresh old Queen in his room.
holla at your boi.
God provides
I am out
Tribe Hood rat

Blacker then Berry sweeter then stank

WEll my fellow nigs I must inform you that I got a new roomate named Shelby! He is a African American from the Slums of portage, Michigan. He is a good man but I must say that he has been in my room for about 5 days now and he hasnt taken a shower which I cant understand. HE seems like a clean brother but the shower thing is wierd. Anyway, to give a shout out to the new Talib Kweli Album in stores now I bought it the other day and it is hot. I little different then his earlier stuff but still dope. Check it out! to my kona peeps I Love to boogie with and jive a litle turkey with, holla at me.
Trible Nigga

THe source of all goodness

WEll my beloved love seeking camelians. opps did I say camila ex fling a fling. But in any case, I am at a interesting time in my life here in the hood. I have a nerw job working with mentally challenged people. My first interaction was Toni. Toni is a 49 year old 11 year old boy. As I approched his house and stepped inside, he had no pants on and tity whiteys. That is always an appropriate first impresion. He then lured me over to his cd player when he popped in "U2" Joshua Tree. He started to Rock the hell out of the song in a Def lepard kind of way. We danced and laughed and proved to the pychotic world that U2 can heal the sick. Mc donalds was our next choice for an exciteful day and he loved it. God really has a sense of humor. I love him for that. This new job will be an experience and I cant wait to see what is in store. Oh My people dont Forget Talib Kweli's new album comes out tomorrow be sure to cop it.
Trible Love