Good Kid, M.A.A.D City: A Short Film by Kendrick Lamar

This is a repost from Tumblr, clarify the instant classic hip hop album by Kendrick Lamar:

Good Kid, M.A.A.D City: A Short Film by Kendrick Lamar

Setting: Compton

Characters:

Kendrick Lamar (present Kendrick)
K.Dot (young Kendrick)
Sherane
Kendrick’s Mother
Kendrick’s Father
Dave
Dave’s brother
Keisha’s sister
Demetrius (Sherane’s favourite cousin)
The Two Brothers (Sherane’s younger brothers)
Granny (Sherane’s Granny who she lives with)
Sherane’s Mother (a crack addict)
Uncle Tony (Kendrick’s Uncle who was killed)
Joey (either childhood friend of Kendrick or cousin)
L, Boog, Yaya, Lucky (friends/family members of Kendrick when he was 9)
Unknown Woman (who gets the boys to pray)

The Story:

Sherane aka Master Splinter’s Daughter

The story opens as a flash-forward. K.Dot has known Sherane for a number of months by this point. He met her at a party where they flirted and exchanged numbers. They kept in contact with each other over the summer and got to know each other pretty well, he talks about her family’s history of gang-banging that made him wary but didn’t stop him from hooking up with her.

At the end of this song K.Dot is driving to Sherane’s house in his Mother’s van, he has sex on the brain. But when he turns up Sherane is outside waiting with two dudes in black hoodies (possibly her two younger brothers, or her cousins, one of which could be Demetrius).

Skit #1 - as K.Dot pulls up at Sherane’s house his Mother tries to call him but instead gets his voice-mail. We learn from his Mother that K.Dot said he was borrowing her van for just 15 minutes. She warns him not to mess with “them hoodrats” especially “Sherane”.

****, Don’t Kill My Vibe

The content of this song doesn’t actually follow the Sherane narrative. It is a song told from the perspective of Kendrick Lamar the rapper and how as he gradually gets more recognition as an artist he sees people around him changing, “I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous.” He also talks about trying to maintain his credibility while becoming a more mainstream artist, “I’m trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love/You trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does.”

Skit #2 – The narrative begins. K.Dot’s homies pick him up in their white Toyota with a pack of blacks and a beat CD.

Backseat Freestyle

The most self-explantory song on the album. Young K.Dot cruising around town with his homies, getting high and dropping freestyles in the backseat. This is a life is good moment, living free, no troubles. The calm before the storm. 

The Art of Peer Pressure

The narrative begins to build. The pressures of hanging with the homies becomes more than simply having a laugh and freestyling. The usually drug free and sober K.Dot is brought in to a world of drinking, smoking, and violence when with “the homies”. Cruising around in a white Toyota, hitting up girls, jumping dudes wearing rival colours, and bragging about what they just did.

The stakes are upped when K.Dot and his homies rob a house that they had been stalking for two months. Cops pursue them but lose them.

Skit #3 - K.Dot is “faded” because he “hit the wrong blunt”, this a true story of young Kendrick hitting a blunt laced with angel dust. The homies talk about dropping K.Dot off back at home, so he can take his Mother’s van and go hit up Sherane – and then they can all meet back up later on the block.

Money Trees

K.Dot recaps the story so far.

He talks about robbing the house, “Home invasion was persuasive/From 9 to 5 I know its vacant.”

He mentions ****ing Sherane and bragging about it to his homies, “I ****ed Sherane then went to tell my bros.”

He references Backseat Freestyle when he talks about rhyming to beats, “Parked the car and then we started rhyming, ya bish/The only thing we had to free our mind.”

And he talks about jumping dudes who looked like they had more money than them, “Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs/You looking like an easy come up ya bish/A silver spoon I know you come from ya bish.”

The line in the chorus “Everybody gon’ respect the shooter/But the one in front of the gun lives forever.” is deeply important, not just as a life motto, but in regards to the events that later take place in this story regarding Dave and his brother. It’s also a reference to Kendrick’s Uncle Tony, who was shot and killed at Louie’s Burgers; this event is a snap back to reality from the “dreams of living life like rappers do.”

Skit #4– K.Dot’s Mother leaves another voice-mail. She wants her car back.

Poetic Justice

K.Dot has been dropped off back at home by his homies and is about to go see Sherane. He’s probably driving on the way there in his Mother’s van. He talks about her and their relationship so far - it appears they may have had some arguments, he talks about her meeting up with her girlfriends to curse him, and going out partying rather than talking with him.

Skit #5 – this is when we catch up with Sherane aka Master Splinter’s Daughter. It starts where Sherane ended, and you can tell because that haunting female vocal (used in the beat to Sherane) comes back in this skit. The two dudes with Sherane approach K.Dot and ask him where he and his family are from (trying to work out what gang he is affiliated with). They force K.Dot out of the van and jump him.

Good Kid

This really sets off the theme of the second half of the album and it is all to do with - realisation.

K.Dot talks about getting jumped, “For the record I recognize that I’m easy prey/I got ate alive yesterday.”

He discusses the negative effects of gang-culture, and being unable to escape the pressure of people wanting to know what gang he represents, “But what am I supposed to do/When the topic is red or blue/And you understand that I ain’t/But know I’m accustomed to.” Red or Blue obviously refers to the LA gangs of Bloods and Crips.

The red and the blue in the second verse become police sirens. K.Dot talks about getting no sympathy from the cops because they stereotype him as a gang-banger, making him lift up his shirt in order to look for a gang affiliated tattoo, “I heard them chatter: “He’s probably young but I know that he’s down”/Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest.”

K.Dot is trapped in a violent culture and can’t get a reprieve from the gangs or the police.

M.A.A.D City

More self-awareness and realisation of the corrupt city that K.Dot lives in.

K.Dot’s recent beat-down brings back early memories of similar situations, witnessing someone with their brains blown out at a burger stand back when he was 9 (I’m not sure if he is talking about his Uncle Tony again, or someone else), he thinks he knows the person who did it but he censors his name. He also talks about how his cousin was killed back in 94.

He talks about his Father telling him to get a job but he got fired after his friends pressured him in to staging a robbery.

In the final verse he tries to let the good shine through and offer respite for the youth and how they don’t have to succumb to the temptations and pressures of the street. He hopes that his experience and intelligence can do good for the youth living in similar situations. “Compton, USA Made me an Angel on Angel Dust.”

Skit #6 – K.Dot’s homies meet back up with him later as planned. They try to boost him back up after his beat-down, and they offer him alcohol to take his mind off it.

Swimming Pools

An anti-alcohol song, that again plays in to the second half of the album’s realisation about the vices previously holding Kendrick back. Kedrick talks about growing up around alcohol both within his family and group of friends.

Skit #7 – this is the big impact moment of the narrative. The plan is to take revenge on the dudes that jumped K.Dot. One of K.Dot’s homies (possibly Dave) talks about maybe dropping K.Dot back off at home, but this idea is turned down, and K.Dot stays. The homies see the dudes that jumped K.Dot and a shoot-out begins. During the battle K.Dot’s friend Dave gets shot. The dudes that shot Dave drive off and K.Dot is left holding Dave as he dies in his arms.

Sing About Me

Verse 1 – from the perspective of Dave’s brother. He says the blood is on Kendrick’s hands because the whole situation happened out of revenge for something that happened to Kendrick. But he says he appreciates that Kendrick was there for his brother and held him while he was dying. Dave’s brother wonders if he will ever discover a passion like Kendrick to get him out of the hood – he says he hopes Kendrick will remember him and sing about him when he makes it big, and if he dies before the album drops…pop, pop, pop – he gets killed.

Verse 2 – from the perspective of Keisha’s sister. She is mad at Kendrick for putting her sister on blast (on Section 80) without even knowing her properly. She talks about how she is living the same life as her sister, as a prostitute, and is proud of her living and what she does. She claims not to be just another woman lost in the system. She says her sister died in vein. Unlike Dave’s brother she doesn’t want to be sang about on the album. She feels great and says she’ll never fade away….but then she does, her vocals slowly fade out in to obscurity…perhaps she died or just became another nameless “hoodrat”.

Verse 3 – from Kendrick’s perspective. Looking in the mirror. His fear of death. He speaks to Dave’s brother, agreeing that Dave was like a brother to him. He speaks to Keisha’s sister saying that Keisha’s story was the one that drove him to write something that powerful and real – he didn’t mean to offend. He talks of how music saved him and pulled him away from the drugs, money and guns.   

Skit #8 – K.Dot’s homies talking after Dave has been killed. Some of them want to go back and get revenge. K.Dot finally snaps and says he is tired of this ****.

I’m Dying of Thirst

Kendrick talks about been tired of running and gunning people down. It’s just a circle of death. The perpetual struggle.

Skit #9 –(EDITED) K.Dot is still angry and upset over Dave’s death. An unknown woman (perhaps a passer-by/shop-keeper) approaches the boys, she sees that one of them has a gun “That better not be what I think it is.” She tells them that they are dying of thirst and that they need to take a new path and let Jesus in to their lives. She makes them prayer. From here on K.Dot begins to live a new life as Kendrick Lamar.

Real

This is Kendrick disregarding the street life and turning his back on gang-banging, drugs, alcohol, violence etc. The different meanings of being “real”. Are you real because you represent your hood and shoot people? Are you real because you try to escape that life and make something of yourself?

Verse 1 – about certain girls (but could be Sherane). She loves handbags, French Tip, bank slips. But what love got to do with it when you don’t love yourself?

Verse 2 – about certain homies (but could be Dave’s brother). He loves fast cars, fast women, beef, streets, ducking police, hood-life. But what love got to do with it when you don’t love yourself?

Verse 3 – about Kendrick. He explains the previous two verses - “I love first verse cos your the girl I attract.” and “I love second verse cos your the homie that packed burner.” “I love what the both of you have to offer.”

He wonders if he should hate her for what happened or should he hate his homies for convincing him to seek revenge. Or should he hate the fact that none of that **** makes him real.

Skit #10 – voice-mail from his Father. He tells Kendrick not to make the same mistakes he did, and that none of this stuff makes him real and that he should get out and make something of himself. His Mother tells him that Top Dawg called and wants him in the studio – she tells him to take his music career seriously – that it is his chance to get out and tell his story to the kids of Compton so that they have hope. This is technically the end of the story in a narrative sense - the tape is ejected and then rewound.

Compton

The narrative is over. This song is after Kendrick has made it and is now giving back just like his Mother told him too. It’s a positive outlook of a city that is often full of darkness and violence.

Skit #11 - the narrative starts over again when K.Dot borrows his Mother’s van.
I found this here: http://www.kanyetothe.com/forum/index.php?topic=313845.0
I only feel one difference, The last skit of this album is the start of this entire “movie” that’s why you hear it rewund at the end of Real. It’s also a symbolism of how life keeps repeating itself.

Do You Remember Me?

Do you remember me? We go back. I remember when I was the only one you knew and you was too scared to speak. Now you just don't want to speak...who knew years later you would be brand new? Do you remember me? We were buddies. I remember you calling me your best friend, now you act uncomfortable until our conversation ends. When did I become an inconvenience? Do you remember me? We were cool. I remember letting you tag along at night, now I have to pretend that don't care if I don't an invite. When did that become alright? Do you remember me? We were "cute." I remember you proudly taking my hand like I was your man, now I'm the guy you can't publicly stand. When did you become ashamed? Do you remember me? We were tight. I remember long phone calls and gay trips to the mall, now I'm just that bamma you text instead of return call. When did I lose your respect? Do you remember me? We were goosing. I remember sneaking glances and brushing shoulders, now I only get the cold shoulder. What made it chilly? Do you remember me? We were on a level. I remember you said I was someone you looked up to, now you treat my opinion like old doo doo. What caused the change? Do you remember me? We were blood. I remember fighting for you, physically and verbally, now you help those that are against me? Is loyalty only temporary? Do you remember me? Because I remember you and all the ways to hurt you too, but choose not to. When did you turn mean?

Black Republican

I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then That song is hot. I find myself constantly listening to the song. It's almost inspiring to me. It works on so many levels. First the beat is sick and the subject matter is actually good. Every time I listen to it I feel like adding on to it. Now, I'm not a rapper or anything, shit, I can't even rhyme. but I can do basic poetry and this song is poetry. I’m feeling creative, so I'm share some creativity with ya. Feel free to make up your own too and post it. I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then your boy got a little cash now, and I'm pressured to get out of town head across the county, away from my family just buy a big house, instead of rats have mouse forget about the hood that raise me, and the Ave that train me, and when I was hungry, the neighbors that fed me adapt a new culture, change who I am vote against change, and buy a new suburban fam hide the real streets from my kids so when they learn about drugs, it's from other college kids give them the life I never had spoil them into a different kind of bad be the token black guy leave my old friends behind because they wouldn't get by But as you see that, ain't me and it can't be me I can't be ashamed of my past and I can't be the last When I can make holes in the hood a little less deeper help the sick, poor, and the weaker Like God said be my brother's keeper. I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then This is fun. I feel like a black democratic with whole on my back. I'm really feeling Jay on the black republican thing. Based on convictions and class, alot of us should be republican, but we're not. why? can't turn my back on the hood. i love it. This is the true spirit of hip hop. not the same mundane crack or "i got money" rap. I'll give you one more. I feel like a black socialist trying make the most of this Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then stomachs growling, no heat public housing got a lil job, but my bills still mounting hidden in gray skies, the world full of lies, federal government ran by fat rich guys man, Chase Morgan really own these lands with federal reserves really in private hands but tv doesn't help, classes flaunting their wealth every station got me conscious of myself, spend my saving on a nice bracelet, i gotto fake it til you make it then they street tax it, you make, I take it and boy i hate it now we may do wrong, but that's the poor song but it was not that long, we was motion in the ocean, 40 years ago we caused a great commotion now we think we changed skins, but really used lotion acting brand new singing song of distribution like killing the hood is a possible solution but now I must buck shots but today I shout the revolution will not be stopped I feel like a black socialist trying make the most of this Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then I know a lot of people that dabble in rap or poetry, I challenge you to lay down a few lines, it's fun and liberating. be free!

The Legend of Will Wash

This is the story of a beef that even God could not squash
This is the legend of your boy, Will Wash
The baddest motherfucker on any block
I can remember the day he was born like a face on a clock
The devil was on vacation down in DC
He heard of a good spot where he could get some crack for free
While in town he heard a great story
About a bad ass little nigga and all his glory
He was bad and it was clear as glass
On the day he was dropped from his Mammy's ass,
Will Wash slapped his Pappy's in the face
And said, "From now on, cocksucker, I'm running this place"
At the age of one he was drinking whiskey and gin
At the age of two he was eating the bottles that it came in
He more soul in his stroll,
And more slide in his glide
Already he was proclaimed as the baddest man alive
The devil was king of all haters
He thought he should take the little nigga out, more sooner than later
The devil walked into town,
Looking to get down
He found Will’s daddy with his head held low
The devil said, “What wrong with you, Joe?”
Joe said his wife presented him with two bad ass baby boys
Joe told her, “Honey, you know we only need one set of toys
Pick out the nicest one; the other one is getting the river
I don’t need a bad ass nigga”
And that is how Will Wash learned to swim
Just like the sun rises, Will came back to get at him
He said it was one hell of a fight
Joe said he even fought dirty and tried to bite
He told the devil that he’s blown when almost lost his life
When baby Will cut him low with a knife
Now he couldn’t have kids anymore
Baby Will’s first words, “Now get some balls you whore!”
I know your thinking oh my gosh
But this is the legend of your boy Will Wash

Devil saw how he treated his own pa
He said, "Let me go check this little bad nigga before he goes too far"
He has to see for himself this monster of man
But first he needed a plan
He called up Jesus to see if he had his back
But Jesus told him that has babysitted Will before and ran out of cheeks to attack
Afraid of losing his rep down in hell
Where he was the baddest man in the ville
He called God up for a little advice
God said, “I suggest you talk to him real nice
Dee, don’t get me wrong; in a fight, I hope you win it
Cause he is killing motherfuckers every fifteen minutes
He’s a bad motherfucker that calms the raging sea
The waters parted faster for him than it did for me
He had a fight with a battleship out on the sea
Mr. Shark was the time keeper and Brother Whale the referee
I never seen a fight end so quick
He torpedoed the boat with the head of his dick
He shot dice with Pac and played cards with Big
If they both had cash, then they still could of lived
He went up to the Whitehouse and kicked Reagan in the ass
And told the AIDS spreading, guns dealing, crack pushing President to kiss his black ass
He went up to Alaska when it was 20 below
Dropped his drawls and melted the fucking snow
He a hot motherfucker, can’t you see
I turn my head, because Will Wash is a man even I don’t wanna see”
It’s old school rhyme like OshKosh B’Gosh
This is the legend of your boy Will Wash

Now with his pride on the line
And a trick on the mind
The devil drew a line in the sand
And instead of called your boy Will out just like a man
The devil took the role of a bitch,
He dressed up like Larry, the snitch
So with an evil plan to keep
The devil stuck out his leg so Will would stepped on his feet
The devil said, "Motherfucker, can't you see?
Why, you stepping on my goddamn feet!"
Will responds, "I ain't heard a word you said"
"If you say it one more time I'll be stepping on your motherfucking head!"
The devil played sorry and this is what he said,
“Please don’t hit me, Mr. Will Wash, I’m not ready for bed”
So he ran up on Will Wash later that day
He said, "Oh Mr Will Wash, there's a big, bad motherfucker coming your way
And when you meet, it's gonna be a goddamn sin,
And wherever you meet some ass is bound to bend
Also he's somebody that you do not know,
He just broke loose and he’s ready to show"
Will, he talked about your people in a helluva way!
He talked about your people till my hair turned gray!
He said your daddy's a fag and your momma's a whore
Said he spotted you running through the hood selling your asshole from door to door!
Said your sister did the dirtiest trick
She got down so low and sucked an earthworm's dick
Said he spotted your niece behind the tree,
Screwing motherfuckers for a dollar over free!
He said he saw your aunt sitting on the picket fence
Giving a goddamn gorilla a french
Then he talked about your sister and your momma too,
Then he starts talking about how good your grandma screw
He said your sister's a prostitute and your brother's a punk,
And said I'll be damned if you don't eat all the pussy you see every time you get drunk!
He said he teabag your uncle and fucked your aunty and niece,
And next time he see your grandma he going to get him another good piece
Also your brother died with the AIDS and your uncle died with the dick mumps
And your old grandma never looked pretty with a face full of lumps
And you know you little sister that you love so dear
He said he fucked her all day for a bottle of beer
So, Will Wash, you know that ain't right
Whenever you meet Leroy Brown be ready to fight"
So Will jumped up in a helluva rage!
Like a young knockout king full of gage
Now the devil was talking about Leroy Brown
He was the baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Now Leroy he a gambler and he like his fancy clothes
And he liked to wear his diamond rings in front of everybody's nose
Will went through the town knocking down trees,
Kicking long neck bitches to their knees
The he ran up on the Leroy talking to a dime
He said, "All right you big, bad motherfucker It's gonna be your ass or mine"
The Leroy looked at him out of the corner of his eyes
He said, "Alright go ahead home, you little match stick motherfucker and pick on somebody your own size”
Will Wash jumped up and made a pass
Leroy side-stepped him and kicked him square in his ass
Will then busted up his jaw, fucked up his face
Broke both his legs, snatched his ass out of place
Will then picked him up, slammed him to the tree
Nothing but Leroy’s shit as far as you could see
He crushed his nuts, rolled ‘em in the sand
And kicked his ass like a natural man!
They fought all night and all the next day
Somehow the Leroy managed to get away
Later on, the devil looked at Will and said, "Goddamn ole partner, you don't look so swell
Look like to me you caught a whole lotta hell
Your eyes is all red and your asshole is a little blue,
I knew from the beginning there wasn't shit to you
There's one thing you and me got to get straight
Cause your one ugly cocksucker that I sure do hate!
I pimped Eve, tutored George W Bush, and made AOL’s ‘you got mail’
I’m the Devil, The High Sheriff of Hell”
Will Wash had enough of this shit
He said, “You long faced, cockeyed son of a bitch
Your weak ass setup did not work
Ask your boy Leroy how I put in that hurt
Maybe he didn’t say all those things about my peeps
But now he won’t even look cross at them even in his sleep
Look motherfucker, ain't you a bitch!
Your face look like you got that crotch itch!
And don't try to plead over here with your sucka ass case
Cause I'll piss in your motherfucking face!
Back in hell the pain will pass
But I have to send you there first by kicking your ass"
When Will was done with the devil, his ass turn from red to green
Will Wash is the baddest motherfucker the world has ever seen


 I hoped you like it. Shout out to Dolemite. Before there was rap there was Dolemite.

Humbling Dream

I had of those awaking dreams this morning. A dream so crucial that it wakes you up before you want to wake up. Most of the time you forget them in an hour or try back to sleep and then end up forgetting it. But this morning, I wrote my dream down so I wouldn’t forget it. I don’t think they have like way of predicting the future or anything, but I do think they tell us more about ourselves and give us dormant creative ideas.

My dream was the most humbling. I dreamed my car got stripped. I remember I was in a movie theater. There was one guy from work sitting a seat way. In my whole dream there was only people from school and work. We were making jokes. We in a movie theater but we were watching a bad play. Bad as in not good. Then these guys move from the front of the theater to our row and now we had to sit besides each other. I was upset. Then the theater fills up with people from the lobby, like a event just ended. And they just started filing coming in. The place got rowdy and they end the play earlier. Then a fight breaks out in the theater between large groups of people. Everyone files out of the theater; I take the side exit and ends up outside the building. I lost the guy I knew from work, so I wander around looking for someone I know. I run into another guy from work and talk to him for a bit about who knows what and then I walk-on. I know I made at least one lap in a circle in some grassland then begin walking in town. And I run into some more guys from work and they were up to no good, being delinquents and shit. I don’t remember what they were doing but I remember being like “coming on guys…” that’s what I always when I see people doing delinquent shit like breaking or burning something. Anyway, following the crowd people, I that assume is from the event there was that let out, I make my way to a building’s backroom. I this back room is with people and some girls from work. There is music playing in there and we are dancing, I was behaving as if I had been drinking. I was way out of character. One by one people left the room until I was by myself. By then the place turned into a patio where I sat down waiting for one of the people that left and said that they would be back. I was looking at all the people walk past. People from school would stop through and ask me if I had seen somebody and I’d point them back where I came from. I sat there until I got tired of waiting and then the room turned into the back seat of my car parked in a ghetto ass hood. I move to the passenger’s seat. This ugly girl with a Caesar cut comes up to window and asks me a question. I answer it and point her on her way. She still stands around. I was like I got to go. I got out of my car to go in the back seat to get my keys off the floor. I was like, “why you still here?” She said I was going to have to come up off that, meaning my car. I was not about to get robbed, so I grabbed a metal stick like object from back seat and started poking her with to back her away. She kept coming. I started taping her in the head with it. Still she kept coming forward. Then I started hitting her with the joint in the head with a little more force, I wasn’t punishing her like I should of. Now, her face was bleeding and she backing away. Get her away from my car and the police show up. I’m like “She tried to jack me.” The officer’s like that coming around here, they take the cars for parts and that must have been humbling for you. He pointed to an extra clip she had concealed in the passenger seat visor that she would have gotten to, and said I was luck because if she would have gotten in my car she could have shot me. Which makes no sense now but in dream world everything makes sense. I was like, “oh for real,” I was relieved. Anyway, I turn to my car and the whole front end is gone. Everything up to the front door is missing. I was like what the fuck. Then the front end shows up and my wheels are missing. I was like how the fuck. Then I appear in Russell Simmons’s house. I walk down the hallway past Russell’s room and then past his closet, looking at the suits. I walk past Kimora’s walking closet and I see it’s in front of her bathroom. As I walk past I hear the shower stop. She steps out in towel talking about “this season’s fashions includes…” some nonsense and something about thongs. That catches my attention and I turn to see. She put on a bra and panties. I remember thinking I thought her breasts were bigger but damn she got a nice body. Then I walked on and I was in the studio with G-Unit and Kimora Lee on a reality show. I was telling them about the jacking and humbleness. So 50 starts singing something something humble, dun da dunt dunt humble. I couldn’t understand the words but it rocked. And they start rapping on it. I was like 50, I got to be on this track. I know I can’t rap but I got be on this track. He was like ok. So I start free styling. I say, I remember it because messed up and that’s what woke me up, me fucking up and I wrote it down. [Click to Play]
First I sung the hook:
Niggas got to be humble,
this world a fuckin jungle,
so be ready for the struggle,
that’s why you got be humble.

Then I rap:
a fo five will make shit get real real quick,
a 9mil will make the healthy real real sick,
you know me I ain’t about no bull shit,
force me boy and I will empty this clip,
we got G-Unit and Will Wash up in this bitch.

Then I fucked up and couldn’t say shit and woke up. Good thing I keep pen and paper by my bed. You should see my notes. I was writing sideways while lying down with one eye open, because the other one was a victim to morning crust. Fucking dreams. I wonder if the shit is worth anything, other than humbling me. I thought I was already a humble person.

Yesterday, I was talking about dancing with the stars and I was singing the Tony Yayo, 50 cent joint cuz that’s my new theme song. Plus I had class and worked yesterday and I said I would go down to Adams Morgan this weekend, so I kind of see some the references. But does it have meaning? I don’t know. Just wanted to share it. Sorry it’s not funny I don’t dream in funny. Come to think about it, I don’t think I have ever had a funny dream.