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