Insightful Revelations after Lunch, Numba IV

West Coast Wednesday's are tight as hell.

I was having all kinda flashbacks when Sam Sneed's "I think you better recognize" (or whatever the hell the song was called) came on. I'll bet nobody even remembers who he is. Dammit Sam, I remember. And don't worry, I recognized.

Church can make you act crazy.

I was in the car thinking about silly thangs, and my sister came into my mind. My sister and I had to go to an ol' negro spiritual church w/ my granny a few years back. And we would cut up somethin' too serious. I got smacked up quite a bit back then (I think I was about 15). But none so severe as the time my sister decided to freestyle to the ol' hymn we was singing. Did I mention we were in the janky ancient choir stand? Well, yeah. I think thats why we got it.

Her masterpiece was called "I Want Some Chili Beans", and it was done to the tune of "I want to Praise His Name" (or something like that). But she sat there with a straight face and did her own back-up singin' and everything. And now I present to you, a Nisha exclusive: Chili Beans.

Nah, I'm too lazy to remember the whole song. But I will say I got smacked severly by momma and granny. All upside my head. And Nisha didn't get nothing. Because I was laughing so hard I couldn't even snitch.

Damn.

I had yet more inspiring thoughts to share, but true to my niggosity, I forgot. If it ain't got nothing to do with food, I can't remember it. So I'm going back to work.

Oh yeah... mase (no capital=no respect) is NOT the truth. At all. And I hate it when people say someone is "the Truth". I dont know why I just did that. But he isn't though. However, no one I know is allowed to say that anymore. The A.A., M.and M. MiniMee-MistyMarie, Neighborhood Queen (reigning Supreme) has spoken. And thats real. Okay, going to work now.