I’ve been working my whole life, held up five jobs at times, because I thought it was necessary. Stocking shelves at Copp’s grocery store and Target, selling shoe products at Finish Line, moving furniture, cleaning apartments, painting houses, mowing lawns, bailing hay, selling drugs, porn and realistically, anything I could get my hands on. After I got accepted into college, life suddenly changed. Why? The only difference, I put on my application that I was a student at UW. Great positions in bartending, marketing, broadcasting, media production, journalism started coming my way. And while I’ve made a big name for myself through incessant hard work, and many know my brand by name, I could have lied and possibly secured some of the same positions that I did.
I’ve been rejected by HUNDREDS upon HUNDREDS of companies over the years. The amount of time I’ve spent on these places, just trying to get an answer, is insurmountable. Corporate America does not want to give you a chance. Ninety percent of the places you’re most excited about won’t even give you the courtesy of telling you to fuck off. Their success depends on your failure.
My advice: lie and cheat as much as you possibly can to get your “dream job” in corporate America. Figure the rest of that shit out later. I’ve learned how to amp myself up over the course of my experience in entertainment, where the spring of fake lies. That being said, I would never wish that same amount stress upon anyone else.
This song from @Stalley is mediocre but it’s definitely the most original piece to come out today. He really does come with the hooping bars on this one. Plus he has that chest ass voice saying “BALL, BALL, BALL” all through the hook.
"I was the dude who practiced
With his back to the basket
So I could be Magic hook shot tragic
Anywhere on the key you shoot I’ll match it
That’s basic ball”
I’m really gonna try to do music reviews daily now
by Lil Boosie
With the suburbanization of hip hop, mostly due to the rise of the internet, it’s getting harder and harder to hear a record, like “Crazy”, that’s authentically based in the struggle. That’s not to say that crime, as it is, or murder specifically (of which Boosie has been convicted of), is inherently commendable, it’s more that I’m fucking sick of hearing these fluffy bunny rabbit ass emcees’ raps about their decadent birthday cake lifestyles. I’ve been called crazy plenty of times myself and I think a lot of it comes down to a group’s level of resistance to the bourgeois state of mind. The people with the money pay for happy music, the people with little or no money can’t fully support music that speaks for the majority of Americans. Sound familiar?
Boosie brings three hot verses over a decent trap beat from B-Real.
"They say that I’m crazy
And sometimes, I feel like I’m crazy
But I know I’m not crazy
And my mistakes don’t make me this the way God made me”