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NOT A Good Day (Worst Day Ever)
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J Wes does a remake to Ice Cube's classic "Today Was A Good Day", with a twisted concept.
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Jeff Wesson paints self portraits through his songs. Real life issues that touch people, are authentic, and boasts creative wordplay and delivery.
Born August 17th, 1987, J Wes, is an American Hip Hop rapper born, raised, and currently residing in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn, NY. Recently quoted in an interview, he's quick to defy the stereotypical "rapper" title, saying "..there are artist out there that hold exception, but for the most part, the industry is about "swag", and less about the message being sent in their lyrics. I'm not in the club everyday like these rappers, I'm not blowing money fast, and I sure don't have racks on racks. So I'm telling it how it is, from a Brooklyn boy's perspective". As a college student working part-time to support himself and his academics, Wes understands the frustrating work overload, but the passion is what fuels him. "If I did this for the money, I would've quit a long time ago. I've made some sacrifices for the songs I have now, and to do what I feel I do best. It hasn't paid off as of yet, and honestly, I don't care if it ever does". For now, Wes is motivated to see how far his talents can take him. Born and raised in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn, he paints everyday struggles and experiences for his rap portraits. Hailing from the same birth place of greats Biggie and Jay-Z, who made names for themselves with their drug dealing bravado and slick rhymes, Wes wants listeners to see his come up from Brooklyn in a different perspective - similar to Nas' staring out the project window. With music, he explains that you can "escape the world with it and yet never leave my room. That's what powerful music does". Wes hopes his music gives fans a lasting, powerful impression.
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Peak #534
Peak in subgenre #283
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April 27, 2012
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MP3 8.0 MB 320 kbps 3:29
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Woke up this morning and things seems kind of odd // felt like the worst day ever and things ain't get better // reached in my wallet no cheddar // looked at the time by the dresser // sh** late for work again // called my boss up and said ima be an hour late // he said great // but don't bother coming in // lost a days pay // t mobile turned my phone off // hopped out the bed put the wife beater on let out a little yawn // momma made the breakfast no hog, left it on the table got ate by the dog // ain't that a b*** // light bulbs went out soon as I flicked up the switch // weed bag finished so I can't smoke a nick // had some fresh jays but I stepped on some sh** // if this day doesn't turn around then ima flip // looking thru the ash tray for a roach clip // bank account says I only have 4 cents // walk up the block they toting glocks with no sense // yea bks the borough where the gangsters get it poppin // b and cs around like an average day in Compton // i ain't in a gang I'm by Malone no Stockton // I hang around with the thugs // and even though they sell drugs // they show a school n*** love // guess it is what it is where I'm from // got to hit my n*** T after his work shift is done // so I can lay back and chief it up with the OGs // keep it low key // giving daps to the homies always keep a Rollie // headed to the corner store to buy me a stogie // cops staring down a n*** like he f*** in know me // mug face on just to let em know today's not the day //.... my girl came thru crib and of course she just starts b*** ing // screaming back n forth like willows hair whipping // mom dukes found my drug stash so now I gotta hear a lecture // yapping up the gums talking straight thru the dentures // got damn can this day get worse // spoke too soon // I know it's not a word, bit the day got worser // got a phone call another close friend murdered // swear these young cats think it's cool to carry burners // sorry president, u can't tell a kid not to rob // cant say go to school and when he's finished, no jobs // just a degree and a family to feed // no hope for my dreams just a dollar and a nightmare // can't go clubbing , all these n*** s do is ice stare // swear all I want is money to pay the mortgage // >>just a bear with no care coming home to eat a lil porridge // gotta keep it G like my first names Warren// brain storming so the thoughts keep pouring // but I gotta be alert cause the stick up kids is feisty // n*** s who u thought were friends turn to be sheisty // pops still riding in an '89 Mazda // damn I need the ganja // ima marijuana sponsor // car notes, bills due stressing out my old lady // sometimes I wonder why God even made me // worst day ever but this happens on the daily
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