PSALM 1WELL, MY FANS ARE CLAMMERING FOR A NEW JOURNAL, SO I'LL GIVE IT A SHOT.  SINCE IT'S DECEMBER(MY FAVORITE MONTH) I'LL GO BACK TO LAST YEAR AND PLACE AN EXCERPT FROM MY SHORT NOVEL.                         THIS IS MY WILLY WONKA DISCLOSURE:  IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR CONCERNS ABOUT READING THIS, OR ESPECIALLY AFTER YOU READ THIS, THEN JUST E-MAIL ME AT GZUSTHUG@MSN.COM.  SUCH AS WHY I WRITE IN ALL CAPS, OR WHY I TRY TO NOT TYPE THE REAL CUSS WORDS UNLESS I REALLY MEAN TO DRIVE IT HOME.  “I AM” OBVIOUSLY AN OPEN BOOK, AND I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LIE ANYMORE.  I ONLY USED TO LIE BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF “MY TRUTH,” BUT NOW, “I JUST GET ON THE MIC AND SPIT IT” LIKE EMINEM, AND I AM NOT PHAZED ON WHETHER YOU HATE ME OR LOVE ME…IT IS WHAT IT IS, SO LET IT BE WHAT IT BE.  TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT EMOTIONS THIS LETTER MAKES YOU FEEL, BECAUSE THAT IS EXACTLY WHY I WROTE IT.  YOU SHOULD FEEL EVERY EMOTION KNOWN TO MANKIND AFTER YOU READ THIS, SO…PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MIND, HEART, SPIRIT, AND SOUL AT…GZUSTHUG@MSN.COM…SO…ON WITH THE SHOW!  THANK YOU MR. WONKA.JANUARY 1ST, 2007GZUS THUG PRESENTS:  PSALMS OF A THUG.PSALM 1THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY OF THE SPIRITUAL DEATH OF ROBERT BISHOP ARDEN, AND THE SPIRITUAL RESSURECTION OF GZUS THUG.THERE ARE 3TYPES OF PEOPLE ON THE EARTH TODAY:  “LITTLE HELLIANS” (KIDS FEELIN’ REBELIOUS…”)  LITTLE SAINTS” (“JAMES KIDS,” THOSE SAVED BY GOD, BUT STILL LIVING THE BEST THEY CAN TO UPHOLD ALL THE LAWS OF THE “WORD OF GOD”), AND FINALLY…”SALVATION SOLDIERS” (“LAST DAY’S HEBREWS,” THOSE THAT SEEK TO SAVE THE HELLIANS BEFORE THEY DIE AND GO TO HELL, AND LIVE BY THE SIMPLE LAW AND THE PRECIOUS ATONING BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST.)  WHICH ONE ARE YOU?             I’M WRITING THIS MISSION STATEMENT TO ANSWER TWO QUESTIONS THAT THE WORLD OR AT LEAST AMERICA HAS BEEN ASKING THROUGH DIFFERENT MEDIA OUTLETS FOR A WHILE NOW.  THE FIRST IS FROM SOME CHICK SINGER (SHERYL CROW?) IN THE 90’S, AS WELL AS, JA RULE IN THE LATE 90’S, AND THAT BURNING QUESTION IS, “WHAT IF GOD WAS ONE OF US?”  THE SECOND QUESTION WAS ONE THAT I ALWAYS FOR SOME (UNKNOWN AT THE TIME,) REASON WAS DIRECTED AT ME PERSONALLY, AND THAT QUESTION WAS ASKED IN 2 OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES OF ALL TIME, AND THAT WAS COURTESY OF BEVERLY HILLS COP AND COMING TO AMERICA.  THAT BURNING QUESTION WAS “WHO THE UFF IS THIS ASEHOL!”  I’LL START WITH THE ANSWER TO THE SECOND QUESTION BY USING ONE OF MY FAVORITE OPENING LINES IN HIP-HOP HISTORY WHICH WAS ORIGINALLY CREATED BY MY HOMIE, PEETY PABLO.  AND IT GOES A LITTLE SOMETHIN’ LIKE ‘DIS:  WHO AM I…GZUS THUG MOTHERUFFER!  I WAS BORN, ROBERT BISHOP ARDEN AKA ROB ON DECEMBER 28, 1977 TO THE PARENTS OF MARGARET ANN ARDEN AKA MOMZ AND ROBERT SIMON ARDEN AKA RABBIT IN THE ‘HOOD OF MARYVALE IN PHOENIX, ARIZONA.  MY SISTER, SUSANNE MARIE ARDEN AKA SUSIE WAS BORN ON SEPTEMBER 28, 1979.  OUR PARENTS DIVORCED IN THE FALL OF ’83 AND THEY MUTUALLY DECIDED THAT IT WAS BEST FOR US TO LIVE WITH OUR DAD IN THE HOUSE WE GREW UP IN.  PSALM 2ROUGHLY 7 AND A HALF YEARS LATER, IN JANUARY OF ’91, MY DAD MET AND FELL IN LOVE WITH A WOMAN NAMED MERRY, AND SHE ALREADY HAD A 14 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER NAMED TAMMY, AND A 12 YEAR OLD SON NAMED JOSH.  MY DAD BOUGHT A 4-BEDROOM HOUSE IN THE SOUTHERN TIP OF GLENDALE IN AUGUST OF ’91 WITH PLANS TO BUILD A 5TH BEDROOM (IN LATE SEPTEMBER) IN THE BACK CORNER OF THE HUGE GARAGE THAT COULD HAVE PROBABLY FIT 8 CARS INSIDE OF IT.(YES, THAT BEDROOM WAS FOR ME, AND IT WAS ABSOLUTELY AWESOME.  WELL, FOR 3 MONTHS OF MY LIFE ANYWAY.)  MY STEP BRO’S 13TH BIRTHDAY WAS ON OCTOBER 18, 1991, MY DAD AND MERRY GOT MARRIED ON OCTOBER 19, 1991, AND MY STEP SIS’S 15TH BIRTHDAY WAS ON OCTOBER 20, 1991.  BUT GUESS WHAT YA’LL, ON THE MORNING OF DECEMBER 21ST 1991, MY SISTER (AGE 12, AND 7 DAYS BEFORE MY 14TH BIRTHDAY.) AND I’S WORLD CAME CRASHING DOWN.  AT 8AM ON THAT FATEFUL MORNING, THE 3 OTHER KIDS GOT SENT INTO MY ROOM IN THE GARAGE BECAUSE IT WAS SAID THAT MY DAD WAS HAVING A HEART ATTACK, SO I DID THE ONLY THING A LITTLE 13 YEAR OLD BOY COULD DO.  I PRAYED AND PRAYED AND PRAYED AND PRAYED AND THEN I PRAYED SOME MORE (TO GOD THAT HE WOULD NOT TAKE MY DAD AWAY FROM ME AND MY BELOVED SISTER) IN THAT BEAUTIFUL BEDROOM THAT MY BELOVED DAD HAD BUILT FOR HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON.  NEEDLESS TO SAY, MY FERVANT PRAYERS WERE NOT ANSWERED.  MY DAD DIED INSTANTLY IN BED OF A MASSIVE HEART ATTACK AT AGE 43.  FOUR DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND 7 DAYS BEFORE HIS BABY BOY’S 14TH BIRTHDAY.  AFTER ALL HOPE OF MY DAD SURVIVING WAS GONE, I HAD A FEW CHOICE WORDS FOR GOD, (AND FOR ALL THOSE OUT THERE WITH VIRGEN EARS, NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO USE THOSE “EARMUFFS”) “FUCK YOU.  YOU GOD-DAMN BITCH.  FUCK YOU, AND FUCK YOU FOREVER YOU GOD-DAMN SON OF A BITCH.  I HATE YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN’ GUTS, GOD.  YOU AIN’T WORTH 2 SHITS ARE YOU, GOD.”  YOU GOT IS HOLMES.  I WAS PIST, AND I REALLY DIDN’T GIVE A FUCK WHO KNEW IT, AND ESPECIALLY NOT MOTHERFUCKIN’ GOD.  THAT MURDEROUS RAGE IN MY HEART AND SOUL TOWARDS GOD LASTED FOR MONTHS UPON MONTHS, BUT THAT KIND OF BOLDNESS AND PASSION CAN NEVER BE FULLY QUINCHED.  (OK, OK, YOU CAN TAKE OFF THE EARMUFFS NOW…I’M DONE CURSING GOD.)  PSALM 3IN JANUARY OF ’92, MERRY HAD A NERVOUS BREAK DOWN AND TOOK THAT OPPORTUNITY TO KICK MY SISTER AND I OUT OF THE NEW HOUSE THAT OUR DAD JUST BOUGHT FOR US, SO OUR MOMZ SWOOPED IN LIKE AN EAGLE SAVING HER LONG-LOST CHICKS FROM SURE DEVASTATION FROM THE ELEMENTS AND BEGAN TO NUZZLE US LIKE SHE HAD A SECOND CHANCE IN LIFE TO BE A REAL MOM TO HER BELOVED TWO KIDS AGAIN AFTER NEARLY 9 YEARS OF NOT HAVING THE ROLE OF THE EVERYDAY PARENT. (GOD BLESS THAT WOMAN, WE ARE FOREVER GRATEFUL.)  ANYWAY, OUR MOMZ TOOK US TO LIVE WITH HER BACK AT HER 2 BEDROOM TOWN-HOUSE IN MARYVALE.  BECAUSE OF HER BAD EXPERIENCES WHILE GROWING UP IN DIFFERENT SCHOOLS, SHE TOOK IT UPON HERSELF TO KEEP US IN THE SCHOOL THAT OUR DAD HAD INTENDED US TO GO TO WHEN HE BOUGHT US THAT HOUSE.  SHE DROVE 8-12 MILES FOUR TIMES A DAY TO THE WESTERN PART OF GLENDALE WHERE OUR NEW JUNIOR HIGH AND HIGH SCHOOL WAS EVERY SINGLE SCHOOL DAY UNTIL SHE WAS BLESSED ENOUGH TO BUY A HOUSE IN OUR SCHOOL DISTRICT WHICH OCCURRED IN AUGUST OF ’92.PSALM 4IN APRIL OF ’93, MOM TOOK MY SIS AND ME TO HUMBOLDT, AZ FOR SPRING BREAK, EASTER WEEK.  IT WAS NICE TO GET AWAY, AND EARLIER THAT YEAR, I HAD FALLEN IN LOVE WITH TAMRA ROZUM WHO LIVED IN HUMBOLDT, AND HER FAMILY WAS LONG TIME FRIENDS WITH MY FAMILY.  SHE INVITED ME TO COME HELP HER ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT AN AWANA’S GROUP, AND LIKE I SAID, I WAS MADLY IN LOVE WITH HER AND WANTED TO SPEND EVERY MOMENT I COULD WITH HER, SO I ACCEPTED.  WELL, ON THAT NIGHT AT 8:15PM OF 4/7/93, GOD TOLD HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON JESUS CHRIST, “SON, I WANT YOU TO FEEL ALL OF THE LOVE, JOY, AND PAIN I HAD WATCHING YOU GROW UP WHILE LIVING A PERFECT LIFE, AND DYING A BRUTEL DEATH AT AGE 33.  I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN THERE AND ENTER THAT WILD 15 YEAR OLD BOY’S HEART, AND YOU WILL BE HIS DADDY AND HE WILL BE YOUR SON.  I TOOK HIS REAL DADDY TO BE WITH ME 15 AND A HALF MONTHS AGO BECAUSE HE WILL BE WORTHY ENOUGH TO BE ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONS OF ALL TIME.  HE WILL SIN EVERY STEP OF THE WAY, BUT HE WILL HAVE AN UNWAIVERING HEART, MIND AND SOUL TOWARDS YOU, HIS DAD.  BESIDES, DIDN’T YOU ALREADY PAY THE PRICE FOR ALL SINS FOR THOSE THAT BELIEVE IN YOU.”  AND THEN GOD TOLD JESUS, “ENJOY YOUR SON, THIS IS MY GIFT TO YOU.  I TOOK HIS DAD HOME FAR TOO EARLY SO YOU COULD HAVE THIS GIFT.  USE IT FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL PLEASURE AND GLORY.”   TO BE CONTINUED...