Next up is going to be a Lil Wayne song, but I’m in the mood for something less vulgar and more mellow right now as I’m writing my first ever client letter. This is From Time off of Drake’s newly released album, Nothing Was The Same.
Can you believe how amazing the month of September has been? Drake and The Weeknd (OVO & XO!) released new albums and Lil Wayne put out a new mixtape (Dedication 5). And then the cherry on top – the first track on Dedication 5 is Lil Wayne ft. The Weeknd. So much perfection going on in my musical life right now.
Anyway though, I have a client letter due Friday by 4PM. You know, it’s hard to explain to somebody in 900 words or less that they can’t get their money back because they made a stupid decision and didn’t act reasonably. And that the law considers them “sophisticated” consumers. Much harder than you would think to “dumb down” the legal jargon that’s been stuffed into our heads the past few weeks.
But all the while, I can’t guarantee anything in the letter and I can’t have any bias either (Because personally, I feel as though they should recover damages. But our Professor found other things relevant that I didn’t think mattered as much, and I have to structure my argument according to her wishes. It’s just one of those classes)
It’s going to be another 10% of our grade for Legal Writing. I got an 8/10 from the first assignment. 11 people did better, 18 people had the same grade, and the rest (20 or so?) did worse. Sadly, I am only slightly above average, and want to get at least an 8.5/9 on this letter.
Kay done procrastinating. It’s 5AM. Gonna do what I can till 6, then sleep till ~11, finish up, submit, and DONE.
After that, I have a movie date ^.^ Followed by countless hours of midterm preparation and homework due next week. But still. MOVIE DATE.
If I don’t take immense pleasure in the small things, law school may drive me insane.
I’ve loved Omarion since “Ice Box” – there was a really great choreographed routine to Ice Box on America’s Best Dance Crew one year, but that’s tangential.
I like prefacing my posts with a song I’m listening to, so I think I’m going to do it more often 🙂 This is a song I’m loving today – It’s been on loop the past hour while I was studying.
This song above (I really do hope you clicked play for the duration of reading this post!) is a pretty cool look into the basics of getting to know a stranger a little better! One of the less trashy new songs out there because the few times Omarion makes sexual innuendos, he laughs them off and says just playing. in the song. I mean obviously he’s not, but it’s still a more subtle explicitness, and because of that, it’s hotter than overt dirty lyrics could ever be.
Let’s start with the basics, your in seam, what your waist is
Nail color, shoe size, what designer’s your favorite?
I never knew asking somebody what their shoe size was was a ‘basic’ but apparently, Pusha T thinks so! This is from his verse lol. It’s funny because I was just asked my shoe size on OKCupid the other day and I was like “wow that’s such an innovative first question to ask me, nobody’s ever done that before” BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG. Oh well.
It’s a 7.5 🙂
Tell me what’s your name, tell me, tell what’s your sign Tell me what you into, tell me, tell what you like If you was rich tomorrow tell me what would you do with it? And if you could see the future, baby do you see me in it? Would you date me for a minute, girl before you let me hit it? Are you single? Are you taken? Working towards your education?
God I love Omarion, you really have to listen to his voice. I would tell him anything he asked me if he sang to me SO BEAUTIFULLY LIKE THAT. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ So much love.
Brief moment of fangirl’ing aside, these are some deeper questions you’d ask when you were trying to get to know somebody better. If he or she is going to be in your life, you want to know these things. You want to know where his or her head’s at.
Smoke? Drink? None of the above?
Fuck? Make love? Do you have kids? How many? And if you do, can I be their baby daddy? (LOL just playing, unless you’ll let me)
^ I paraphrased the song there
So take a few minutes today and make sure you can answer all these basics about the important people in your life 🙂 Whether this is close friends, a spouse, a significant other, OR A PET.
OVOXO was a Canadian based crew that includes Drake (OVO, or October’s Very Own) and The Weeknd (XO, which sadly stands for Ecstasy and Oxycodone. I prefer to think of hugs and kisses instead) – both who are now independently pretty famous. SADLY one more than the other, but I’m a fan of them both. I saw Drake live in concert with Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne last year towards the end of the summer, and since then, I’ve also seen The Weeknd live. (HE’S AMAZING. SO SO AMAZING. I saw him during my last semester at NYU towards the end of last year)
I love them both and this was a truly happy month for me, because both released new albums 🙂
So far I am loving Kiss Land, which is the album The Weeknd came out with last week. I’m also planning to go see him live again during his Kiss Land tour – he’ll be in NY October 7th and 8th @ Radio City Music Hall. The last time I saw him, it was a much smaller venue and it was before he blew up this big. In fact, it was before he even released Trilogy – he was singing just off the individual mixtapes he had put out before he combined them under Trilogy and released them as a 3CD album.
The tickets are like $70 but I’ve been doing freelance paralegal work (Like on a case by case basis when I have time) to save up the money to make the money, so I’m good. I’m waiting in the hope somebody I know will go with me because it’s kinda weird to go alone to a concert as a girl, BUT I love Abel (The Weeknd) so much that I sort of want to go anyway. I’ll probably buy the tix wednesday or thursday night, we shall see. Fingers crossed.
Click below to check out their albums 🙂 These are Nothing Was The Same by Drake & Kiss Land by The Weeknd. And I’m a very happy camper.
I was watching the first American Idol performance episode tonight and I just really had to pause when Ms. Tenna performed her song (2nd out of 10 performances) to search up what song she sang. The lyrics are already haunting and beautiful but her delivery, dare I say, was more appealing to me than the original singer of this song, Natasha Bedingfield.
Enjoy 🙂 I’d say to listen to the original first, and then Tenna’s performance to really understand how she made that song her own.
PS. Don’t hate on me for watching American Idol, I just really really love Nicki Minaj. Don’t hate on me for loving Nicki Minaj either ><
AND NOW, BEHOLD TENNA’S AWESOME PERFORMANCE!
UNFORTUNATELYYYY, the Top 10 were revealed on American Idol tonight, and she didn’t make it past the audience voting 😦 So much sadness, this one performance of hers was just too amazing.
I listened to one of his songs earlier last week and it was REALLY really inspiring 🙂
As a person, he’s really interesting – Canadian born, Ethiopian descent, and a Muslim-Amish faith. I’ve never quite heard of that combination before, but what I’m most interested in is his MUSIC.
Damn, it is so good! I wish he’d been discovered earlier – he deserves some fame more than a lot of other super-popular artists around here. I’m going to throw in a few of my favorite songs now!
1. High For This
2. What You Need
3. House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls
4. The Morning
5. Wicked Games
6. The Party & The After Party
7. Coming Down
8. Loft Music
9. The Knowing
10. Twenty Eight (Bonus)
THURSDAY
1. Lonely Star
2. Life Of The Party
3. Thursday
4. The Zone (featuring Drake)
5. The Birds Pt. 1
6. The Birds Pt. 2
7. Gone
8. Rolling Stone
9. Heaven Or Las Vegas
10. Valerie (Bonus)
ECHOES OF SILENCE
1. D.D.
2. Montreal
3. Outside
4. XO / The Host
5. Initiation
6. Same Old Song (featuring Juicy J)
7. The Fall
8. Next
9. Echoes Of Silence
10. Till Dawn (Here Comes The Sun) (Bonus)
This song makes me cry every single time. Without fail. Pain and heartbreak, I can handle stolidly. But this song….no, never. I tear up EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Please don’t listen if you want to retain your good mood, but I guarantee you that it is an amazing song. You must listen. It’s so good. So, so, so good. My god. So good.
I’m writing out the lyrics here if you want to say them along with the song. It will touch your soul, I promise. This is real music. Real deep poetic beautiful music. The kind that moves you.
Dance With the Devil – Immortal Technique
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation ’cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
You see me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don’t project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to ’em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy oaked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he had broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for guards but they weren’t concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she’d gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sample from “Survival of the Fittest” by Mobb Deep]
I’m falling and I can’t turn back
I’m falling and I can’t turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
Cause he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause god wasn’t there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I’m telling is true
Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
And you’ll be one of gods children and fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever
Controlled Derangement 