Balance by J. Ko (Rapper) Lyrics
Miss New 1L, you’re now a law student
Woke up early in the morning, cuz you heard it’d be imprudent
To be late for your first class of Civil Procedure
If the prof calls on you, just might get a seizure
Hair all in a mess when you run out the door
But you left your casebook on your bedroom floor
And by the time you realize, you’re already in your seat
Prof walks in, guess who he decides to greet
With the first cold call, and you forgot the holding
Whole class stares at you as the scene’s unfolding
By the time he’s through, you’re a household name
You shrink deep into your seat, face burning with shame
When you first got in, they made you feel like God
But now you’re sure it’s a mistake, and you feel like a fraud
Bad enough you’re gonna be 200K in debt
First day, and you’re full of regrets
Miss Rising 2L, in your formal attire
Doing on campus interviews, time to get hired
For that law firm job that everybody desires
Though by now you’ve forgotten what you wanted to do, prior
To starting law school and paying tuition
Everyone’s been saying your dreams came to fruition
But you’ve lost so much sleep you haven’t dreamt at all
You phone your man at a time you hadn’t meant to call
And you talk for hours about your hopes and fears
As you contemplate the next couple of years
Making more money than you could have ever imagined
As an Arts major, with no useful passions
But he can’t relate, he hasn’t bought into the hype
Misses the old you, the girl you used to be like
So you hang up on him, and you feel your heart throb
Next day you’re accepting the job
Miss Jaded 3L, and you’re having a blast
It’s been months since your ass last showed up to class
You’re on a beach somewhere, working on your new tan
With the cash from last summer, and your new man
Ever since you got the call your life’s been full of excess
Fancy dinners, fancy clothes, a Manhattan address
I guess, this is the fast life that you earned
Although you struggle to remember anything that you learned
In your three years, a whole lotta doctrine and theory
A lil Crim, some Torts, and a whole lotta Erie
But when your friends ask for some legal advice
You’ve got nothing to say, and then you feel like the price
Of admission was more than the dough and the stress
You gave up on your inner journey of growth and progress
And you let someone else tell you what you should believe
Listen close, cuz this happened to me
Woke up early in the morning, cuz you heard it’d be imprudent
To be late for your first class of Civil Procedure
If the prof calls on you, just might get a seizure
Hair all in a mess when you run out the door
But you left your casebook on your bedroom floor
And by the time you realize, you’re already in your seat
Prof walks in, guess who he decides to greet
With the first cold call, and you forgot the holding
Whole class stares at you as the scene’s unfolding
By the time he’s through, you’re a household name
You shrink deep into your seat, face burning with shame
When you first got in, they made you feel like God
But now you’re sure it’s a mistake, and you feel like a fraud
Bad enough you’re gonna be 200K in debt
First day, and you’re full of regrets
Miss Rising 2L, in your formal attire
Doing on campus interviews, time to get hired
For that law firm job that everybody desires
Though by now you’ve forgotten what you wanted to do, prior
To starting law school and paying tuition
Everyone’s been saying your dreams came to fruition
But you’ve lost so much sleep you haven’t dreamt at all
You phone your man at a time you hadn’t meant to call
And you talk for hours about your hopes and fears
As you contemplate the next couple of years
Making more money than you could have ever imagined
As an Arts major, with no useful passions
But he can’t relate, he hasn’t bought into the hype
Misses the old you, the girl you used to be like
So you hang up on him, and you feel your heart throb
Next day you’re accepting the job
Miss Jaded 3L, and you’re having a blast
It’s been months since your ass last showed up to class
You’re on a beach somewhere, working on your new tan
With the cash from last summer, and your new man
Ever since you got the call your life’s been full of excess
Fancy dinners, fancy clothes, a Manhattan address
I guess, this is the fast life that you earned
Although you struggle to remember anything that you learned
In your three years, a whole lotta doctrine and theory
A lil Crim, some Torts, and a whole lotta Erie
But when your friends ask for some legal advice
You’ve got nothing to say, and then you feel like the price
Of admission was more than the dough and the stress
You gave up on your inner journey of growth and progress
And you let someone else tell you what you should believe
Listen close, cuz this happened to me