Mo Vaughn

In the year of 2005, Kanye West released his second album of that year, “Late Registration,” containing one of his biggest hits. The song “Gold Digger” is about how rich men must always be on guard of women who will manipulate and lie their way into a man's life explicitly for money and possibly fame. “Gold Digger,” being one of his most popular songs, peaked at number one on the US Billboard Hot 100. The song received 13 nominations for awards and won 4 different awards, one being a Grammy for best

Throughout time artists try to look for a new way to make their name sound or for their voice to be hear. Kanye West is a clear example of this; with phrases like this one, “I am God's vessel. But my greatest pain in life is that I will never be able to see myself perform live,” Kanye West said to a reporter. Expressions like this characterize the 39 year old rapper; producer, song writer and now fashion designer. Much more expressions like the one above have guided us to analyze the different characteristics

“Everybody wants to know what I would do if I didn’t win, I guess we’ll never know” said Kanye West after winning the ‘Best Rap Album’ during the 47th Grammys which brought the crowds to abruptly cheer for him and is still talked about it until this day. From many of West’s accomplishments the album “Graduation” which was released in 2007 is one of the best albums he has produced. The album contained segments of many foundation of music such as soul, rock, electro, dub and so on which advocated the

The essence of Kanye West is a contradiction; he embodies two opposite sides of the hip hop spectrum: the conscious and the ignorant. One side of the spectrum embodies the ideals of brotherhood, collective being, and addresses the social and political aspects affecting the people of society as Kanye explained formerly as “spoken word.” The other side demands the artist to live through the art of self-gratification by any means necessary or as Kanye put it, being able to “buy 80 gold chains and go

Red Sorghum, a novel written by Mo Yan, depicts events of horror on the Sorghum fields during the battle between the Chinese and Japanese. As the novel unfolded the role of Red Sorghum as an active character in the novel was established. As an agricultural necessity for the Chinese, the participation of the plant in the story declared that the people’s relationship to the grain is far deeper than the just a means to earn money for business purposes. The contributions sorghum made through its life

I woke up to my alarm clock screeching in my ear. As I finished getting ready for school I grabbed my bookbag and went downstairs. I found my father and mother both sipping on a cup a coffee. “Ah Hazel you’re here”! We’re going to be working at the pizza shop today” My Mom said is a very calm yet excited voice. At that moment I looked at my watch and realized that I’m running late. As I hugged my mom I ran out the door and started sprinting to school. When I could see my school within walking distance

It was nearing midnight by now. The light snowfall made the night even darker, and the windshield wipers were the only thing making a sound, besides the slight rumble of the engine. Pulling into a driveway, an upper class man named Zachariah started the winding stretch that was his driveway to his mansion of a house. Trees lined the little dirt path up until the final stretch of the driveway, where it opened up into a large green field adorned with a Victorian Mansion located at the top of a small

Darkness envelops me with the sound of a slamming trunk. The engine starts, and I wonder if my luck will be any different. I never have that kind of luck. Who am I kidding? I fall asleep to the sound of the shovel beside me tapping the wall by my head. Waking up to the sound of wind blowing over my head and a sharp pain in my side. A sharp rock stabs my gut and dirt gets in my eye as I sit up. Where am I? I’m alive, that’s all I can say. Any clue to where I could be is hidden by the stone walls

Most people who’d undergone pain would say that going home after an incident would be the worst part, having to deal with the aftermath of their emotional outbursts and what was happening. Vivian, however, felt nothing as she walked. The cold wind was biting through her, and she could sense that rain was coming nearby, mainly due to the odd twinge in the air that she’d learned to avoid having a delicate instrument with her at all times. Yet now she walked through the streets alone, each step pressing

23B “One night in room 23B please,” blurted Cora as she thrusts her credit card out towards the petite concierge behind the desk without an ounce of uncertainty. The small man had a gleaming noticeable forced smile that projected all the way above the desk, but the moment Cora utter the room number he slipped into a solid stare of pure shock. “Ma’am I highly suggest any other room in this fine hotel. Here at the Gadsden we have over 30 floors of..” “No thank you.” Cora interrupted before the man