A Vacation Proposition - Again!
About a week ago, Odiri proposed to Kicik and I to join her trip to Bali sometime in early May. I was seriously thinking about this for I am indeed in dire need of a vacation! Then around midnight 2 days ago, my good friend from New York text me asking what do I think if I were to go to visit her there sometime in May and then we’ll come back home to KK together for her to visit her homeland… another vacation proposition! What do I think about it? It’s a great idea, of course! Now which one do I go to, Bali or New York? Remember my post somewhere in June last year about my postponed paid trip to New York? Well, if Alesya text me in the middle of the night, I guess her offer for my paid trip still stands! LOL! Right, Alesya?
Hey lady, we’ll have to set a date to chat on this matter so that I can see which trip that will fit my schedule just right.. teehee!
Then maybe along the way, I can see how efficient does the people there takes care of some rv breakdown and take pictures of their rv hehe! For sure I’m going to have one of the greatest vacations in my life there, but hey, gotta take the currency exchange rate into consideration too! Oh oh so very tempting though.. It is better racking my brain thinking about this than stressing out about … well… work? LOL! For what’s it worth, at the moment, New York trip is on top of the list of vacation plans that I have for this year…
Anyway, it just so happen that I’m currently loving the following song since I first listened to Alicia Keys‘ album “The Element Of Freedom (2009)” . Enjoy the song and bye for now..
Empire State Of Mind - Jay Z ft. Alicia Keys
Yeah
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yea I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in TriBeCa
right next to Deniro, but I’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra, and… since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano’s
right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald’s
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry’s
Cruisin’ down 8th St., off white Lexus
drivin’ so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I’m out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what’s up to Ty-Ty, still sippin’ mai tai’s
sittin’ courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike’d out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I’m most definitely from….
[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothin’ you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York,
New York
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain’t a Crip though
but I got a gang of niggas walkin’ with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin’ rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
for foreigners it ain’t for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked
City, it’s a pity, half of y’all won’t make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed “I Got It Made”
If Jeezy’s payin’ LeBron, I’m payin’ Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three Card Monty
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I’m from the Empire State that’s
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you’re in style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it’s a pity on the wind
Good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you’re a virgin
And Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin’ like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
[Chorus:]
[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin’ pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
[Chorus:]
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