Original subtitles

(grand orchestral fanfare playing)

♪ ♪

(helicopter blades whirring)

(birds screeching)

(indistinct party chatter, laughter)

(engine starting, idling)

(chattering continues)

(chattering continues)

(hip-hop music playing)

(talking indistinctly)

(party chatter continues in distance)

(mid-tempo music playing)

(footsteps approaching)

TOOTIE: Bosco, what are you doing, man?

When are you gonna grow up

and stop playing with all this baby shit?

It ain't baby shit.

This is 1,000 pieces. It ain't easy.

You mean 999?

Hmm?

(Tootie exhales)

(exhales softly)

You think you're smart...

but you don't know shit.

Why are you not outside playing with the others?

I just like puzzles and animals more.

Animals?

You know, we out here with some real animals.

You don't know shit.

'Cause you're just a little mama's boy,

playing puzzles and video games all goddamn day.

I'm a real motherfucker now.

That's me, motherfucker. You understand?

A real lion out here in these streets,

running shit, getting money.

See, I deal with little goofy-ass niggas like zebras

that's changing they stripes.

They one way in your face,

and then when you turn your back, they snitching

and running to the pigs,

and putting your business out there.

Jealousy, envy.

Real goofy-ass niggas.

(chuckles)

You better grow the fuck up, you understand?

Fuck the game.

Sit your ass down!

Don't you fuck with me.

Look at you, crying like a little bitch, huh?

- (siren wailing) - (dogs barking)

(people clamoring nearby)

(banging on door)

Give me your backpack. Give me your backpack.

(banging continues)

Listen, I need you to go out this back door.

Go to your mama's house.

You didn't see shit, you didn't hear shit,

you understand?

Go out the back door.

Go now. Hurry up!

- (helicopter blades whirring) - (hip-hop music playing)

♪ This that 1994 flow ♪

♪ Butter tins in my wardrobe, a butter rim ♪

♪ Black bandana and nine in my torso ♪

♪ The young Snoop Dogg on the mic ♪

♪ At the Source Award Show ♪

♪ The house that Dr. Dre built ♪

♪ I stole from shows before they foreclose ♪

♪ I guess only the Lord knows you copy my style ♪

♪ Subliminals from not criminals ♪

♪ I shank you and trap ♪

♪ Been a while since I gave you niggas ♪

♪ Balls like this ♪

♪ Pulled up with the doors open ♪

♪ Show your cars like this ♪

♪ Last time I did it ♪

♪ Me and 50 was in the same group ♪

♪ Me and Eminem was in the same booth ♪

♪ Me and Dre was on Cedar Block ♪

♪ Taking pictures by the same crew ♪

♪ Now, all y'all niggas do is tell stories ♪

♪ About shit that ain't true ♪

♪ Fucking hoes behind me ♪

♪ Eat that pussy, till your face blue ♪

♪ Cat got your tongue, now, your teeth ain't strong ♪

♪ And since we talking stronger ♪

♪ Had our up and down like Nasdaq ♪

♪ You know it's true ♪

♪ BBL scores between the ass crack ♪

♪ I'm in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy ♪

♪ My palms never sweaty, I hold the DRACO steady ♪

♪ Been ghosting Machiavelli and my 16s deadly ♪

♪ Compton across the belly, I prove we All-Star ready ♪

♪ We shooting indirectly ♪

♪ I'm aiming at your neckpiece ♪

♪ I run you for your jewels ♪

♪ And wedding pictures to the ex piece ♪

♪ Still got them fragments in my chest ♪

♪ Them bullets ain't affect me ♪

♪ Compton across the belly ♪

♪ I prove we All-Star ready ♪

♪ Got Compton tatted on me, black, and I keep it on me ♪

♪ Black rag up in this Chevy ♪

(fading): * Don't try me, this feels too heavy... ♪

BOSCO: From that moment,

I did anything I could to keep the lights on

and food in my mama's fridge.

Then I grew up.

- I was still running. - (panting)

I just ran faster.

(helicopter blades whirring)

They'd catch me, throw me in

and eventually have to let me out

just to catch my stupid ass again.

Got sick of the gang, so I started letting myself out.

Could almost taste freedom, twice.

The penal system hates looking like they can't do their job.

That's why I'm here.

- (indistinct radio transmission) - BOSCO: Supermax.

Two men sell the same plan.

One ends up with a million-dollar smile.

The other...

...gets 35.

35 years...

...for some fucking weed.

(water sloshing)

- (gate clangs shut) - Where you from? Hey!

We got some fresh fish, fellas! (chuckles mockingly)

What'd you do? What'd you do?

THE BULL: Man, quiet your little ass down, Rooster.

Man, fuck you, man. It's a free country, man.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

Get the fuck in there, 759.

Hey!

Open the fucking door!

Open the door! (breathes heavily)

Don't smile at me, you fucking pussy.

Open the fucking door!

Yeah, you scared of me, ain't you? Huh?

You don't know me!

None of you motherfuckers know me!

None of you motherfuckers in here!

(muttering)

So, you just gonna watch me

like some kind of fucking Peeping Tom, huh?

Like I'm a fucking animal.

I know your bitch ass hears me up there!

Like I'm a fucking animal?

Yeah?

I'll be a fucking animal!

(howling)

(continues howling)

(barking)

(screaming)

(growling scream)

(mutes sound)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(no audio over monitor)

(chains rattling)

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

AUTOMATED VOICE (over phone): You have a collect call from...

Laurie, please don't hang up.

- Laurie... - (line clicks)

Fuck!

(brief exhale)

(sighs)

(chains rattling)

THE BULL: Why is your skinny ass so mad?

The walls are thin as hell in here.

Why the fuck ain't you mad?

'Cause I don't give a fuck.

I don't either.

Yeah, if you didn't, you wouldn't be mad.

How'd your ass end up here?

I transferred from Folsom, landed upstairs,

then I robbed a commissary guard,

and they sent my ass down here.

What'd you say?

Yeah, I had no money on the books,

so I grabbed a sprinkler blade and reached through the slot

and grabbed the new duck by his tie.

BOSCO: Shit.

Came down on you, huh?

No, fuck, no, man. It brought me back to calm.

He didn't want to tell anybody

he got buffed by an inmate, right?

Why the fuck you get caught up then?

Motherfucking snitch!

- ROOSTER: Goddamn, man. - THE BULL: Got me 90,

but I've been here for like, fuck,

I've been here, like, a year maybe.

Maybe... maybe two.

Then some other shit, then they...

they caught me messing with the phone.

Hunt gave me ten in the desert,

and that's some hard time.

(buzzer sounds)

(gate rumbling)

ROOSTER: Boss man! Boss man! Yo!

Can't you take some time off for good behavior?

For I ain't been in shit for ten months, bro.

Straight. Come on, man.

A'ight, a'ight, a'ight. Look, look, look.

Just forget I said anything. Damn.

Step back, 759.

Step the fuck back, 759.

(chains rattling)

(lock clicks, clanking)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Why is he still in cuffs?

Sorry about that, Adams.

Why don't you kneel down? We'll take them off.

Now, how do you think we're gonna remove them cuffs

if, uh, if he doesn't kneel down?

HUNT: Place is a shithole.

You want something to clean it up with?

Sorry, I-I didn't catch that. Is that... Is that a no?

I do.

That's "I do, sir," 759.

Now, you can stand up now, Adams. Stand up.

You fucked up my camera.

You know, this is just as much for your protection

as it is for mine, son.

You know why?

'Cause it holds everybody accountable.

Right, Ramos?

RAMOS: That's right.

Welcome to my jail, son.

I got one objective here

and that is to keep everybody safe.

And contained.

See... (inhales), you let me control the situation,

and we're all gonna get along just fine.

And everybody's gonna survive it.

That's all I want.

But I got some news for you.

And I want you to have this, I really do,

but with your history...

...and my camera...

...I don't want you to get any fun escape ideas

like you did a few years ago.

'Cause you're not in County anymore.

This is max.

And you're in here 'cause they say you got to pay.

I'm in here to make sure you do.

So, let's go easy on each other, huh?

'Cause if it weren't me,

it'd be some other son of a bitch in my place.

And if it weren't you in here,

well, look around.

Man, they built this place just for you.

Fuck you.

You look a little more intelligent

than just a simple "fuck you."

(chuckling): But...

I hope you're smart enough to know that if you try anything,

anything, there's only one way this ends.

A bullet.

Right... there.

Okay?

So...

congratulations, Adams.

You are a father.

Yeah, check it out.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Did you know the chances are that a kid without a dad

is gonna end up standing right where you are?

That's a fact.

You think about that long and hard.

You're gonna spend the rest of your life in here.

You ain't never gonna see that...

(yelling)

- (clicking) - (yelling)

♪ ♪

(door slams shut)

I'll kill you, motherfucker.

(weakly): Kill you, motherfucker.

You gonna get up today?

You know, you don't have to be like him, right?

But, Mama...

WILLA: No.

I want you to have choices he never had.

(sighs)

I've made my choices, baby.

You can only protect yourself...

...by your choices.

You're too smart not to be.

Come here.

I love you.

(Willa sobs)

I love you, too.

It's gonna be okay.

(door opens)

ROOSTER: Yo.

Man, you look like shit, man.

Boss didn't even hit you that hard.

What, two weeks and you're coming out

looking like Nelson Mandela?

Boy, your ass look stanky.

(chains rattling)

(door slams shut)

BOSCO: Of course, he took the one thing I wanted most.

(sniffs)

(gulping)

I never thought about being a father,

but for two weeks in the hole, that's...

that's all I did.

I couldn't wait to see that picture again.

But I dreaded reading that letter from her.

(intercom clicks, man sighs)

(indistinct radio transmission)

HUNT (over intercom): Welcome back.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

BOSCO: For a runner like me,

breakfast is always cold oatmeal

seasoned with spit and pepper spray.

ROOSTER: What's in, OG?

I know you got the hot-hots for me.

Says here you got two chicken ramen

so that's what you're getting.

Uh-uh. Nah, fool. Nah, man.

You got to give me those hots, man. Give me those hots.

BOSCO: Lunch? Probably a cream bologna sandwich

and an apple that's been kicked around for extra flavor.

RAMOS: 759.

Ain't got no money on the books.

Better luck next time.

BOSCO: And dinner?

Dinner's the same as lunch.

People tell us when to eat, shower and shit.

Choosing what we want to buy is our only taste of independence.

ROOSTER: What about the chicken? That's mine!

Hey, what the fuck, man?

- Give me my shit! - BOSCO: That's what I call

a snitching plot over commissary.

That's why they kill over commissary.

(screaming)

BOSCO: To avoid dying on the toilet from dysentery.

Me?

I ain't shit in six days.

Oh, shit.

HUNT (over intercom): Show yourself, inmate.

If I don't see you, we're coming down there.

Um, I'm here.

Stomach's fucked up.

I need a visual confirmation.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Location confirmed. Cell check suspended.

Hey, yo, uh, Hunt.

I'm gonna need some more TP down here.

That a'ight?

If that would make you feel better.

BOSCO: Time to play the game.

Y-yes, sir. It would.

♪ ♪

BOSCO: Time to play the game.

(slurping)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(exhales)

(knocking echoes)

(overlapping chattering in distance)

BOSCO: Finally.

When all the cons eat, I can think.

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

(chattering quiets)

Yo.

Yo, you hear that?

THE BULL: It's fuckin' summer already.

It's about to be boiling up in this bitch.

BOSCO: You ever hear that before?

THE BULL: Heard all types of shit.

So what?

(chuckles softly)

(crickets chirping)

BOSCO: Hearing such a sound in this cage

was like seeing a rose sprout from concrete, man.

To The Bull, they were just sounds...

(chirping continues)

...but to me,

they were sounds of sweet fucking freedom.

(birds screeching quietly)

If freedom's a state of mind,

I guess my dream should be enough.

(dial tone, beeping)

HUNT: Man, they built this place just for you.

OFFICER (distorted): Inmate Quawntay Adams.

Where's your father?

BOSCO: But dreams ain't freedom.

MAN: Hey!

HUNT: There's only one way this ends.

BOSCO (echoing): You're gonna do this shit to me?!

You're exactly like him.

BOSCO: I ain't content with dreaming.

♪ ♪

There's information everywhere.

(keys jingling)

Judging from the click-clack of Hunt's hard bottoms,

there's about 15 feet from the cell block exit to here.

Coming in the first day I saw about, what,

60 cinder blocks leading up to an air vent.

At eight inches each, that's about 40 feet up.

Can't exactly just hop out.

- (buzzer sounds) - I can use the buzzer

with the three-second...

Um, make that a five-second wait period

- as my early-warning system. - (gate rumbles open)

Counts come every 30.

Only been about what, 20?

So they probably coming to shake someone down.

Yep.

(tapping on glass)

Oh, fuck. Check it.

Entering your cell, 759.

Sit.

BOSCO: Even with my special treatment,

all eyes are on me.

Even though Hunt's trying to get a gold star

from the warden for keeping me in here...

RAMOS: You like to read, huh?

BOSCO: ...humans are still the greatest weakness

in any security system.

What is this?

BOSCO: Prisons aren't inescapable.

They're just meant to feel that way.

- (clicking) - (officer cries out)

(clicking)

(breathing heavily)

BOSCO: That ain't gonna work.

I need a better plan.

(short, sharp breaths)

(breathing rhythmically)

(quietly): ...three, four, five, six, seven...

(grunting and panting)

(panting)

Yo, Bull.

I need a favor.

How long have you known me, man?

This is a... it's an easy one.

I need you to mail something for me.

You know my policy.

You can read it.

Ain't nothing that's gonna get you caught up.

Man, I don't give a fuck about getting caught up.

I just don't do favors for anyone.

What if I got you some commissary?

You ain't got shit on the books.

- I will. - Well,

if you pay me, it ain't a favor, right?

How about a hundred bucks?

What about some... some hot-hot, some coffee?

- What you think of that? - So now you're playing.

You got a tattoo gun yet?

We have a winner.

You get me a gun and some ink,

I got you, whatever you need.

Good.

Good, 'cause I need another favor.

Let me get another one of those girls' numbers.

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have a collect call from...

BOSCO: Quawntay.

THE BULL: Now what girl's gonna pay a dollar a minute

to talk to you?

(chuckles) You're in a box, bro.

BOSCO: He's right.

I need a direct line.

♪ ♪

Truth is, it's hard to get shit in here.

But desperation finds a way.

Commissary charges five to ten times

what you could get it for on the outside,

and credit with The Bull is twice that.

But if you want something that you can't buy

from the prison pimps-- drugs, weapons, info--

shit, tools like the ones I need,

you gotta go fishing...

and...

make it yourself.

Every item I get, my bill goes up with The Bull, so...

gotta make it worth it.

I always was good at puzzles.

(keypad beeping)

(buzzer sounds)

(keys jingling)

(line ringing)

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have a collect call.

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have a collect call from...

(buzzer sounds)

ROOSTER: New fish, fellas!

We got some fresh fish, fellas!

Ha ha!

ROOSTER: Yes, sir.

BOSCO: Prison's a revolving door.

(Rooster chatters indistinctly)

BOSCO: Just my luck, a first-timer fiend

on a comedown who can see my every move.

Fuck!

After the drugs wear off,

combined with the lack of info about his case,

and just before he accepts the hopelessness of his future,

he'll do anything to get out...

ROOSTER: Let's welcome him home.

- BOSCO: ...snitching included. - ROOSTER: Ha ha!

Hunt knows that.

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

(line clicks)

TWINKY: Yo, who this?

Twink, you ugly-ass motherfucker nigga, it's me.

Nigga, they let your old streaky ass out.

They ain't never letting me out, nigga, you know that.

Shit, I'm out.

You ain't out.

What you mean, nigga?

It's another sunny day in Compton.

Yeah, no sunny days for the melanin.

Hey, man, you depressing me

with this fucking Black power shit.

The sun is out, the hoes is out.

This shit is paradise.

- What more could you want? - I need your help, actually.

I ain't got no money, Bosco.

How long your little ass been fucking hustling,

you still ain't got shit to your name?

Nigga, for somebody who need my help,

you sounding like, like a hoe right now.

(siren wailing over phone line)

You got that last letter I sent you, right?

I know the game, bro.

Nigga, I ain't sending no fucking blade in a book, man.

Shut up, nigga! Shit.

Can you fuckin' chill out?!

Quiet as kept in here. Now, you know the fucking drill.

(scoffs)

You fucking listen to me.

I got something for you if you do.

I'm listening.

You remember my pop's old stash spot, right?

There's still some product left.

You can take whatever you want in there, that's fine with me,

but-but the cash...

The cash, partner, I need you to give all of it to Laurie.

All of it.

Every cent.

Every fucking cent.

You got that?

(hip-hop music playing)

♪ Six feet, 50 feet... ♪

BOSCO: Next piece of the puzzle was something

to cut through that ceiling with.

Now, I can't trust anybody inside to get it.

Shit, a... a metal blade would be faster,

but a ceramic blade will get through the detectors.

♪ ♪

But... even if Twink hides it perfectly,

Hunt's got such a hard-on for me

that anything with my name on it,

he's gonna obsess over it.

Hmm.-* We got guns with drums on it ♪

♪ You gonna need some medical ♪

♪ Chill the fuck out, respect the locals ♪

♪ That's what you better do, all these bad bitches here ♪

♪ You niggas show spirit ♪

(fading): ♪ Came for a good time.. ♪

BOSCO: Yo, you play chess?

THE BULL: The fuck I look like?

Seeing if you want to learn.

No. I want some new ink.

Now, come on, man, I told you already

I got you, man.

Working on it.

Let me get another one of those numbers.

If you answer a question.

All right, maybe.

(sniffs)

Well...

I mean, I would never ask this if it didn't come up.

Nigga, say what you got to say to me, man.

Well, the rumor around here is that you killed Tupac.

- What the fuck did I do? - That's why you in here.

They say you killed Tupac.

I ain't kill no fucking Tupac.

What are you talking about, man?

(laughs) -THE BULL: All right, that's cool.

- I got you. - No, no.

I'm-I'm being straight-up with you, man.

My-my pops is a Crip and all that,

yeah, but...

I-I ain't kill no fucking Tupac.

Man, I-I fuck with Tupac.

Well, I didn't rob that bank, either, so...

Nigga, you robbed a bank?

Nope.

(chuckles softly)

Fuck, man. It's fucking hotter than

a two-dollar pistol in this bitch, man.

I can't do this shit, man.

I can't be fucking talking all this dumb shit all day, man.

Dude, you know you fucking with my Zen, right?

It's fucking hot.

Just chill out, man. Shit. Fuck.

Yo, hold up. Check this out.

(clears throat) Call this number.

"27-year-old, attractive career woman

looking for excitement and an honest man to take care of."

It's 555-8634.

Where's that shit you owe me?

I want some new ink.

(insects chirping)

TAMMY (over phone): Hello?

Hey.

Hey, beautiful.

Got your number from your ad.

Oh, um, hey, there.

My name's, uh, Quawntay.

My friends call me Bosco. (chuckles)

Uh...

TAMMY: Like the syrup?

Are you, um...

Black?

Is that a problem for you?

I-I was just... No.

Sorry. I'm-I'm Tammy.

Like Tammy Wynette?

You know, "Stand by Your Man"?

That's that country-singing bitch.

TAMMY: You have a roomie?

Um...

That's my... neighbor.

(crickets chirping)

TAMMY: 35 years just for some grass?

BOSCO: Yeah. Yeah, third strike.

You know, there's tons of people in here for...

worse shit for less time, you know?

It's just how it goes, though.

TAMMY: They can't do that.

No? (laughs softly)

They can, and they are.

♪ ♪

Yeah...

I hope it wasn't rude to ask.

No, come on, it's...

It actually helps.

So, um, thank you.

I can't believe how unfair they're treating you

just because... you know.

It's a gosh darn shame, if you ask me.

(dog barking over phone)

You got a dog?

It's my neighbor's dog.

I want one, but my roomie won't let me.

She's probably just hungry.

BOSCO: Aren't we all?

TAMMY: Well, what do they feed you in there?

BOSCO: Let's just say, uh, I'd rather be eating

that-that dog food right now.

TAMMY: Oh, geez.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, yeah.

It's all good.

Once I get some-some money on my books,

I'll have enough to get some commissary,

I'll be straight, you know? I'll be good.

I-I can give you some money.

BOSCO: No, no. You, uh...

So soon? No, that's-- Y-You can't do that-that for me.

That's...

TAMMY: No, I-I would like to help you.

(buzzer sounds)

(gate rumbling open)

BOSCO: Hey, let-let me call you right back.

TAMMY: Okay. I'll be here.

BOSCO: Oh, shit.

I didn't take you for a reader.

ROOSTER: What the fuck is socio, you know...

There ain't even no pictures in here!

What are you building that house for?

It's for when I get out.

You ain't getting out.

No, man, I-I could get parole or something like that.

Right?

No, you right.

You right. I ain't getting out.

I'm gonna run this through the metal detector

- one more time. - Hey!

Excuse me, I-I need my medication, please.

It's for your own good, son.

Please!

BOSCO: The more desperate, the more dangerous.

CARLOS: Please, please. Please.

BOSCO: The walls are closing in on him,

and he's losing his shit without his meds.

- CARLOS: Please! - BOSCO: I need that fucking saw

before I lose mine.

And I hope Twink's high ass

didn't put the saw in the wrong book.

They coming if he did.

♪ ♪

(distant shouting)

BOSCO: Cell extractions are like a game.

Some don't want to go to medical.

Some don't want to go to court.

Shit, some ill motherfuckers don't want to go home.

This concrete coffin becomes you.

And you're more at home here

than back out to a world that's left you behind.

With the people that left you behind in a society...

that gave up on you.

♪ ♪

(no audio)

But that ain't me yet.

I got a life outside that I got to get to now.

- Please, Dad, I'm not... - But there's only

so much time down here a man can take.

Dad, I-I need you to get me out.

I-I'm not gonna survive this place. Please.

No, please do not leave me here. Dad...

BOSCO: Sometimes...

all your hope rides on one call.

If you don't get the response you want...

...it can break you.

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

- (line clicks) - Laurie, please don't hang up.

I should have listened to you.

Look, listen to me, listen to me.

(over phone): Don't hang up.

I know I fucked up. I fucked up.

All right? I-I shouldn't have gone.

Look, I just want to be there for my fucking kid.

But it wasn't my fault, Laurie, it...

(line clicks)

(beeping)

(birds chirping)

BOSCO: Yeah, it can break you.

(muttering)

(laughing)

You know what, babe?

You're right. You're right.

You're right, I'm-a, I'm-a...

I'm-a, I'm-a tell him I'm not going.

Hmm?

Yeah, I'm-a, I'm-a tell him I'm not going. It's simple.

You're right, baby.

You're right. I... (chuckles)

I-I'm-a tell him I'm not going.

I'm-a tell him, I'm-a tell him...

I'm-a tell him I'm not going.

(chuckles): I'm-a tell him I'm not going.

LAURIE: Do you promise?

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, don't lose your shit.

(grunts)

Don't lose your shit.

Don't... don't lose your shit.

Don't lose your shit! Don't lose your shit!

(screams)

Fuck!

(cackles)

Holy shit, man.

♪ ♪

(sobs, sniffles)

(chuckles, sniffles)

(clears throat) I'm good.

(sniffles) I'm good.

Don't lose your shit. (chuckles)

Whoo!

(birds chirping)

You got a visitor.

- What you mean? Who? - Some lady.

- Laurie? - I'm not your fucking secretary.

THE BULL: Hey, how does she look?

She's not your type.

BOSCO: Shit, my type is any woman with a hand

to grip a steering wheel and a foot to mash the gas pedal.

Nah, for real, man, how does she look, though?

Like Officer Smith without a moustache.

ROOSTER: That got to be a big girl right there.

I'm refusing the fucking visit.

RAMOS: No, no, let's go.

Uh, let-let me just get, like, like,

a couple seconds of privacy, I'll be right out.

RAMOS: I'm on my way out... hurry up.

THE BULL: Yo, you spic bastard.

When do I get my fucking comm back, bitch?

RAMOS: When you know your fucking role.

(indistinct chatter)

Surprise.

It sure is.

I told you not to come.

I was worried about you.

Are you mad?

No, no.

Just a little surprised, you know?

A good surprised, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, good surprise.

Glad you did.

You're more handsome than I imagined.

Thank you. Shit. Thank you. Thank you.

You are, too. Gorgeous.

Just like I imagined.

Why don't you stand up and...

show me a little something, yeah?

You like what you see?

Mm-hmm.

You look good.

You don't have to get all dressed up and shit for me.

Oh, I'm on my way to a party, but, um...

I would dress any way you want me to.

You go to a lot of parties?

I have a lot of friends.

I'm kind of a socialite, you know?

Fancy parties, but it's gonna be boring.

What you mean, how-how can a party be boring?

Same people doing the same things,

getting schnookered on the same champagne.

I hate it.

Come on. Don't say that. Don't say that.

It's true.

I wish you could come with me.

It wouldn't be boring then.

I'd love that more than anything in the world right now.

Wish I could just...

jump through the window,

be with you.

Know what I mean?

If you jump, I'll catch you.

BOSCO: Money on the books.

Thank you, Tammy.

Now, I'll get The Bull off my back, pay my debts

and have enough left to get what I need to get out.

Shit, it's looking all right for me.

It's looking all right for me.

(indistinct radio transmission)

HUNT: I see you got some money on the books there.

What? You don't like my food?

BOSCO: I don't know. You're...

You're a regular Julia Childs.

HUNT (over intercom): Eh, I'm disappointed.

I spent a lot of effort on that menu.

I think you should be grateful.

Are you not grateful, Mr. Adams?

I think you should thank me.

Don't you want to thank me?

Well, if you don't feel grateful, what do you feel?

Hmm?

You said...

...you're angry.

Or you're just...

hungry?

I don't feel shit anymore.

Sir.

BOSCO: And there goes my commissary.

The only pro of being deprived of all human contact

is the private showers.

Once a week, my little three-minute cold shower

and some sun are usually my only solace.

But I can't get what Tammy said out of my mind.

Like, if I can trust her,

if she meant it, that's...

that's a big piece to my puzzle.

Can't let anything shake my focus.

HUNT: Enjoying those snacks, Quawntay?

You should really deliver them bags.

Wait, what? What should I do in my own jail?

How much time you got?

(chuckles) See, he's quick.

But you don't think, man.

You know, that might actually be your main malfunction.

Kind of typical, people like you.

I bet you're a mama's boy, aren't you?

Most criminals are mama's boys.

Is that right?

You see...

a criminal will rape and kill and fuck shit up

just for the fuck of it, right?

But they still love their mamas because they lie to them.

They tell them they're worth something

when we all know they ain't worth shit.

That makes sense.

You must be a mama's boy, right?

You see, they get dependent on those lies.

But then the world shows them who they really are

and they get angry.

Real angry.

And you know what?

That makes them, ironically,

just like what they hate.

Their fathers.

I bet you're just like your father, aren't you?

Why you think that?

Because he was a fucking criminal.

Check?

And he died in prison.

What did you say?

What did I say? What-what did I say?

What, you...?

All that time on the telephone and nobody told you?

Shit.

I'm sorry, son.

Yes, I regret to inform you, your...

Your father's dead.

Hey, don't shoot the messenger, pal.

I'm just here to deliver the bad news,

and it don't bring me any pleasure to do that.

I promise you. But, hey.

You should be happy.

Just think about how much better your kid's gonna be

without you around.

(sighs loudly)

It's all his fucking fault, right?

Yeah. And he's finally fucking gone.

Why don't you pretend I'm him and take a shot?

Yeah. That's it.

Take a shot. Take it.

Come on. Take it.

Take it!

(breath trembling)

That's why you're here. Nobody else is around.

Let it out, man.

- Come on. - No. No. No way.

You can do what you need to do.

Come on. You want to take it.

Do what you need to do.

(scoffs)

Go on.

Yeah.

(Bosco laughs)

HUNT: Shit.

That's all you got? Huh?

(Bosco panting)

(spoon clinking)

You thought I was gonna keep my windows unlocked?

I could've killed you creeping around my house like that.

And where's your father at?

You was supposed to be with him this weekend.

- He sent me home. - (scoffs)

Motherfucker couldn't even spend the weekend with his own son.

(scoffs)

Something else happened?

Nothing else happened, Mom.

I'm about to kick your butt out, too.

- Mom. - You know what?

Mm-mm. No.

Mm-mm. Come on, get up.

Get up. Get up.

I'm not gonna be dragged into this again.

Mom, you're not. Can't I just go to my room?

Only truth in our house.

Fine. I'll leave.

Well, you know where the door is.

Lying is little kid shit, Bosco.

No, it ain't. Dad said I was a man.

What do you know about being a man?

Hmm?

Believe me, I have tried,

I have really tried.

And now I have another liar in my damn house.

You may have forgotten what he done to us,

but I can't.

I did what I had to do, but that's my past.

And I thought it was yours, too.

It is.

(sighs)

Stay or leave.

Stay, and I want the truth when you wake up.

(buzzer sounds)

(gate rumbling)

(chains rattling)

Hold up.

Toss his cell.

Toss the fucking cell.

(Ramos sighs)

Turn around.

Stay out here.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Bosco.

I'll trade you this book for some Top Ramen.

Take one step back.

You think reading's gonna save your ass?

Give me that book.

(door slot opening)

Socio Economics.

Hmm.

You think, uh...

your salvation lies in some kind of leftist lie bullshit?

No, I do not, sir.

I'm straight, G.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

All clear.

You think you won?

No, sir.

Just want to keep my head down and do my time.

Well... (sighs)

have at it, inmate.

Sorry to hear about your father.

If you, uh, think of anything I can do,

you... you let me know.

(buzzer sounds)

(gate rumbling)

BOSCO: 34. 33.

32. 31.

28.

27. 26.

25.

18. 17.

16.

15.

11.

Ten.

Eight. Seven.

Five. Four. Three.

One.

(sharp exhale)

(indistinct radio transmission)

BOSCO: Why couldn't you curb that loudmouth fuckup gene

you got from that bastard?

You could've just told him no.

You could've stayed like Laurie wanted. No.

You should be happy, but now you're back in here

giving a shit about someone who didn't give a fuck about you.

Fucking pathetic.

This how you doing shit now?

Surprised you showed up.

They say you got soft.

Heard you got old, nigga.

At least one of us is right.

Not too old to fuck you up.

Man, take me home. Man, I don't need this shit.

If you don't need it, why are you here?

I'm only here 'cause you kept asking me

to do this fucking favor.

I don't need no favors, bro.

1,400 pounds.

We could both use some of that.

TOOTIE: There they go.

BOSCO: Man, you said this shit was about to be a give-and-go.

They're like two hours late.

(hip-hop music playing over speakers)

They're here now so it don't matter.

BOSCO: Man, these niggas look like

some fake-ass Nelly knockoffs.

On my cue,

you take this bag and you switch it out for the van keys.

Just hold it down.

BOSCO: They supposed to come in from the other way.

- Sup, man. - Sup, man.

(speaking indistinctly)

(indistinct shouting nearby)

(grunting)

Hey!

(grunting)

Hey!

- (Carlos whimpering) - (Hunt grunting)

BOSCO: Take him to psych!

(Carlos cries out)

Take him to psych!

(Carlos screams) -Please, please, take him to psych, man.

(Carlos screaming)

Get him his brake fluid. The kid needs his...

Fuck. Fuck.

HUNT: Junkies don't need more junk.

This ain't fucking rehab, pal.

Please, please, take him to psych, man.

You got a problem with that,

or should I tie you to the fucking bed, too?

CARLOS: I-I'm gonna kill myself.

I'm gonna kill myself.

Shut up!

Go ahead. Who the fuck would miss you?

BOSCO: Now, I don't have many advantages from my position.

(clattering)

But the one thing I do have

is time.

♪ ♪

- (beeping) - ♪ Go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

(line ringing)

- (buzzer sounds) - ♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

♪ I guess they want me on that rappin' shit ♪

♪ But beware, I spit that shit that never got no cap in it ♪

♪ Yes, she got a body, but that coochie got a trap in it ♪

♪ Give a fuck, I'm-a still boot up ♪

♪ And run a lap in it ♪

♪ And I'm feeling freaky, so I might just hit it passionate ♪

♪ Like Bobby, hit your Ricky Bobby ♪

♪ Do it sloppy, put the fast cash ♪

♪ Then I throw the copy, Nike ♪

♪ Black mask when I feel like doin' ♪

- (buzzer sounds) - ♪ Something cocky ♪

♪ In that Rari room and the only time ♪

♪ My big ass feelin' jockey, I'm respected ♪

♪ In the 310, 323 and 424 ♪

♪ My partner from the Racks, so he'd say "Phone him" ♪

♪ I'd say, "Brody, bro" ♪

♪ In school the shorties laughed at me ♪

♪ I used to play with Roly posin' ♪

♪ Now I got her back, she wanna suck me out ♪

♪ My holy ghost, whoo ♪

♪ Hallelujah, she just knocked... * -* Hallelujah ♪

I miss you, babe.

TAMMY: I miss you, too.

♪ I knew the nerds, I knew the school shooters ♪

♪ Put it this way, they ain't never need a ruler ♪

♪ Got me feelin' gas but I'm out here feelin' Tesla savage ♪

♪ I'm a wink and clap twice if you test the savage ♪

♪ I can't check this Louis luggage... ♪

TAMMY: Do you love me?

♪ Sacrifice my heart and soul ♪

♪ I got to flex the cabbage, nigga ♪

(Hunt speaks indistinctly over intercom)

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ They know my mama. ♪

(thumping echoing)

(metal clattering)

(clattering, grunting)

(panting)

(laughs softly)

(loud thumping echoes)

BOSCO: What the fuck?

Where's the-- Where's the lights?

Where's the sounds?

Man, I got ten minutes before I have to get off the can

- and show my face for count. - (buzzer sounds)

Fuck. Fuck. They're coming for someone.

Oh, shit.

(keys jingling)

Fuck.

Hey, Hunt. What the fuck's going on, man?

(lock rattling)

What the fuck?!

Fucking God. Fuck!

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Fuck.

Don't fucking tell me that kid is dead, Hunt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

BOSCO: Are you fucking kidding me, Hunt?

Fuck!

Yo, what's going on over there?

I fucking told you!

I told you he needed fucking help!

- Shut up! - No, fuck you!

You piece of fucking shit!

Shut the fuck up!

- You fucking did this! - Shut the fuck up.

You fucking hear me? You did this!

It's your fucking fault!

This is your fucking fault!

Hey! Look at me! Shit!

You fucking did this! You fucking know it!

ROOSTER: Man, there's blood everywhere!

BOSCO: What the fuck? (mutters) Shit!

Don't go fucking hiding evidence!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hey!

Get him out of here.

- RAMOS: What happened? - Just get him out.

RAMOS: What happened?

- HUNT: Fuck does it look like? - BOSCO: Fucking asshole.

- You fucking asshole! - Get him out.

Own up to your fucking shit!

- Back up, 759! - Fuck you!

- Get the fuck back! - Fuck you!

Fillet that fresh fish down here.

BOSCO: How the fuck do you fucking live with yourself?

How can you fucking live with yourself?

30 days in the desert.

Fuck! Fuck!

Come here, you fucking bitch. Fuck!

- Get on your knees. - Man, fuck you.

- Get on your knees, Adams! - This is your fucking fault!

Fuck you! Fuck... (yells)

(grunting)

Get off! Get the fuck off me, bitch!

Get off! Get off!

(grunting)

(muttering)

Fuck.

(moaning)

(door clangs shut)

(groans softly)

(sighs)

(crickets chirping)

(indistinct radio transmission)

You got any plans for Christmas?

No.

You should join us.

Thanks.

He was a junkie.

Happens every day.

Especially in here.

He got what he deserved.

I'm not gonna say a word to anyone.

You should just take whatever the warden gives you

and get on with your life.

Okay?

You ain't an inmate in here.

Is that so?

(Ramos sighs)

Uh, I'm gonna go do count.

Yeah, knock yourself out.

(Bosco breathing deeply)

♪ ♪

Got what you need.

Come on.

(ignition clicking)

(clicking)

(sirens wailing)

OFFICER: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

(vehicles approaching)

(over speaker): DEA. Don't move.

Hands on the steering wheel.

Fuck!

Comply! Drop the weapon!

Get the fuck on the ground!

(helicopter blades whirring)

Let him go!

I don't give a fuck who you are! Let him go! Uncuff him!

Q!

You're gonna do this shit to me?

(sighs)

(groaning, sighs)

- (insect buzzing) - (grunts)

TAMMY: No, no. You don't seem to understand.

I demand to see him.

I haven't heard from him in three weeks.

He would have at least called.

I'm gonna need you to calm down, ma'am.

I've seen it a million times.

You're probably not the only one on the hook.

(TV playing indistinctly)

(TV continues playing)

(sniffles)

(TV continues indistinctly)

(ringtone playing)

- What are you doing? - TAMMY: I'm sorry.

I-I could have sworn it was on silent.

Shit.

(TV continues indistinctly)

(cracking)

Tammy?

- It's me. - (Tammy exhales over phone)

(sighs)

(beeping)

(quietly): Come on.

(music plays softly)

TAMMY (over phone): You disappear for a month,

and that's all you have to say?

I went there.

They told me you had another girl visiting.

Come on, that's bullshit.

I thought you were different.

Okay, I-I... They-they put me in the SHU.

I had no way to tell you.

That's all it is.

What happened?

Look, I...

I don't even want to talk about it.

Fuck, man.

(sighs) Come on. Fuck.

(beeping)

(music plays softly)

Come on, come on, come on.

(over phone): Tammy, please, please do not hang up on me.

Just listen.

Look, I am so sorry.

You're all I thought about, every single day.

I can only imagine how hard it's been for you,

but you got to think about how hard it was for me.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

I wanted to be there for you physically, but I couldn't.

I-I can't.

I mean, even though I want that

more than anything in the world, I...

can't change that.

You were the first person I called.

There's no other girls, you promise?

Never.

Okay? There's-there's no other girls, promise.

I can't do this anymore.

I love the way you make me feel, but...

Just listen, okay? Just listen to me.

I want to be there for you. I-I want to be that for you.

I can.

You-you just got to trust me.

You hear me? You got to trust me.

Listen to me, soon, I'll be holding you in my arms.

I mean, that's what we've been...

we've been dreaming about all these months, right?

Will you catch me?

♪ I'm running the streets as we adapt to crime ♪

♪ Trap my body if they trap my mind ♪

♪ I'm in my prime, 23, lockdown 23 ♪

♪ It get deep when you sleep, even the blind man can see ♪

♪ I was dreaming I was free by the water out in Cabo ♪

♪ I got to dig a tunnel like El Chapo ♪

♪ Yeah, they're trying to break me down ♪

- ♪ Trying to stop the wave ♪ - ♪ Wave ♪

♪ But they can't box me down till I'm laying in the grave ♪

♪ You know, I never squealed like John Gotti ♪

♪ No comprendes ♪

♪ And I'd rather kill myself like Aaron Hernandez ♪

♪ I'm thinking about a master plan ♪

♪ I got to make it back to the fam ♪

- ♪ Montana ♪ - ♪ Montana ♪

♪ I'm thinking about a master plan ♪

♪ I got to make it back to the fam ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪

♪ I'm thinking about a master plan ♪

♪ I got to make it back to the fam ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ I'm thinking about a master plan ♪

♪ I got to make it back to the fam ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I'm thinking about a master plan ♪

♪ I got to make it back to the fam ♪

♪ DDG, the way I'm hopping out of Suburbans ♪

♪ I forgot I'm from the hood, prices on my head ♪

♪ They trying to get me gone for good ♪

♪ But I'm still in this city, still lit ♪

♪ Whipping foreign whips jacket overseas ♪

♪ Paris, France, this that foreign drip ♪

♪ Make a whole M, split an M with the whole gang ♪

♪ Bad little vibe, pop the casa ♪

(fading): ♪ Ate the whole thing... ♪

(clattering)

BOSCO: I've been searching for days, man.

Inch by inch.

It's an endless maze of pitch-black hope.

Hope that dwindles with every second I'm up here.

When you don't got it, freedom's addictive.

I don't sleep.

I'm either up there searching

or down here planning my new life out there,

- with them. - (buzzer sounds)

(birds chirping)

(rumbling)

My patience is wearing thin. Weeks, no progress.

Still so far.

Still so fucking far.

(men shouting in distance)

(distant alarm sounds)

(alarm sounding)

(distant shouting)

- (shouting, clamoring) - (alarm sounding)

♪ ♪

OFFICER: You have a parole appearance.

Strip and prepare for extraction, inmate.

Come on, let's make it easy this time.

Nah, I ain't going nowhere.

OFFICER: All right, hard it is.

THE BULL: Bring it on, motherfuckers.

- (door slot opens) - (metal clatters)

(hissing)

♪ ♪

(hip-hop song playing indistinctly)

(screams, grunts)

♪ Homie tapping on his faith, watching the rain ♪

♪ All this time I made you change the shape ♪

♪ Heavy on your brain, try to cope, but go insane ♪

♪ The rain, think about the past when you ♪

♪ Down on your ass, your mask ♪

♪ You went broke, you had to ask ♪

♪ Out the trash, have it ♪

♪ Like, who cares? ♪

♪ You might get a few stares, I'm changing the... ♪

(song fades)

♪ ♪

- (crickets chirping) - (heartbeat stops)

BOSCO: A fucking revolving door.

(panting)

I know having Bull next to me was pure luck.

Not being moved, more luck.

My luck never fucking lasts.

I'm-I'm so fucking close.

It's like the same nightmare over and over.

They're gonna find that fucking hole.

They're gonna find that fucking hole,

and I'm gonna rot in here, forgotten by everyone.

Trying to come home to my-my 35-year-old kid

who ain't gonna want nothing to do with me.

What kind of fucking life is that?

(groans)

- (heavy thud) - Fuck!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(exhales)

(birds chirping)

A panoramic paradise.

I've been in a tiny, gray box eight months.

The colors sting my retinas.

The sunlight burns my eyes.

What a beautiful burn.

People don't appreciate the freedom

that floats on every breeze,

that's contained in every bird's chirp,

the flap of their wings.

I'm so close to not only freedom but also to being a real father.

It all rides on my next moves.

But if I fuck up,

they throwing away the key.

(hands clapping)

(rubbing hands together)

(buzzer sounds)

(gate rumbling)

(quietly): Five, four,

three, two...

(keys jingling)

RAMOS: Why you up so late?

Oh, you know.

Just, uh...

...waiting to go home.

(chuckles)

BOSCO: You arrogant bastard.

(rubbing hands together)

- (clapping) - (chuckles quietly)

(exhales)

BOSCO (voice-over): All right, so at 1:45 a.m.,

right, turn the lights off, but keep the car running.

You there?

Look, I-I could get someone else to pick me up if you want.

You trust me?

(indistinct radio transmission)

(indistinct radio transmission continues)

♪ ♪

(crickets chirping)

(playing low): ♪ The way you move ♪

♪ Makes me feel like I need you ♪

♪ So tell me, tell me, tell me ♪

♪ What can I do? ♪

(rumbling)

(crickets chirping)

♪ To get over you ♪

♪ 'Cause I know that I need to ♪

♪ I know that I need it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(keys jingling)

Oh, my gosh.

♪ ♪

Hey, Adams.

Hunt's not coming back.

You might as well take this.

(echoing): Adams, Adams, Adams.

(no audio)

♪ ♪

RAMOS: Adams.

If you don't take it, it's going in the trash.

(tapping on glass)

Hey, 759.

Don't make me come in there.

BOSCO: Fuck.

(door handle rattling)

Hey.

Oh, fuck. (pants)

Fuck. Fuck.

(whispers): Come on.

Please.

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

♪ ♪

- (siren wailing) - (engine racing)

OFFICER (over radio): All units, all units.

10-34 in progress.

Repeat, 10-34 in progress.

Inmate Quawntay Adams.

(sighs)

OFFICER (over radio): Suspect is a Black male.

Roughly, six feet tall, 170 pounds.

He's believed to be accompanied by a white, Caucasian female.

Fight for every fucking day you can, son.

OFFICER (over radio): He's presumed armed and dangerous.

(sighs, burps)

OFFICER 2 (over radio): 2-60, okay.

OFFICER 3: 124 here.

Uh, we calculated we might need another vehicle.

Oh, my God.

OFFICER 2 (over radio): Can you send them over, patrol?

OFFICER (over radio): Uh, copy that.

We have a neighbor calling.

OFFICER 3 (over radio): 54-82.

We're at, uh, Chicago Avenue. We need a rescue team. Over.

OFFICER (over radio): Copy that. We have to change...

- Shut up, will you? - (radio static crackling)

(turns off radio)

Yeah. I'm-I'm... I'm in the middle of a suburb,

couple hours outside of Alton.

You know, some spot called, uh, the Lion's Hammond Motel.

What do you want me to do?

It's all over the news.

Ma.

I need a ride.

WILLA: Pick you up in Missouri?

And then what?

You just gonna run for the rest of your life?

Gonna make them run for the rest of their lives, too?

- A'ight. - WILLA: Bosco?

♪ ♪

Come on.

WILLA: Protect yourself by your choices.

WILLA: You know, you don't have to be like him, right?

I'm not gonna let nothing happen to you, all right?

It's okay.

You trust me?

I trust you.

We gonna have to split up.

I don't want to leave you.

Can't we just stay here, and nobody will find us?

A Black man and a missing white lady in a hotel room?

They're gonna find us.

And when they do...

(sighs)

Then I'll tell them the truth. I'll tell them they're wrong.

These people, they don't, they don't see...

they don't see me like you do.

Then what should I tell them?

You still got that letter that I said I was getting out?

At my house.

I want you to tell the cops that you did pick me up

because you knew I was getting released.

And...

that you dropped me off at, uh...

See if there's a phone book in there.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, tell them you were supposed to drop me at the, uh,

McCarlow says on Lynn Street in St. Louis.

Okay?

Make some U-turns, drive down some desert areas

so you can see if you're being followed.

Just please don't let me down.

I don't want to let you down,

but I don't know if I could do this.

Look.

You're an intelligent, beautiful young woman.

You got this. Yeah?

Will I see you again?

One day, you're gonna find somebody

that sees you the way I see you.

Genuine soul.

Take care of yourself, all right?

I will.

(sighs)

(car engine starting)

(car driving away)

Fuck.

♪ ♪

BOSCO: Freedom.

Chasing freedom.

You stupid bitch.

BOSCO: That ever so elusive fucking freedom.

No more!

Quawntay's not dangerous.

Please don't hurt him.

BOSCO: My ancestors have come and gone

with dreams of freedom, only to never attain it.

(labored breathing)

BOSCO: Many never even knowing

what it really means to be free.

Freedom from oppression, injustice.

Freedom from poverty.

Freedom from the prison walls and the invisible ones.

So, even if the jury acquits me,

the judge releases me, or if I successfully escape,

I still won't be truly free.

If he makes a move to resist, eliminate the threat.

BOSCO: I will be wandering through life

with shackles on my mind,

being provoked and controlled by man,

propaganda and shallow desires.

(no audio)

BOSCO: And just like the blind fool I used to be,

just like the ancient slaves singing, "We shall overcome,"

I would still be chasing freedom by standing still

and thinking backwards.

♪ ♪

And if I was who they wanted me to be

and ran...

I'd be dead.

BOSCO: So, after wasting my first 14 years

destructively confined to the ghetto,

23 of the following 25 confined behind bars,

chained and paralyzed,

I've accepted the fact that I'm too intelligent,

courageous, charismatic and influential

to be living my life chasing cars up the street

like any old dog.

Mm-hmm.

WILLA: Hey, baby.

Say hi to your father.

Hi, Daddy.

BOSCO: I am removing the restraints from my mind.

I found my meaning and purpose in life,

so massa can have his rusty, bloodstained shackles back.

I'm taking over now.

I might be caged,

but I ain't running anymore.

I'm finally free.

♪ I'm on an island right now ♪

♪ I could feel it in the air ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I know this shit gonna go ♪

♪ I could feel it in my soul, hey ♪

♪ It's like my angels let me know ♪

♪ Ah, ah, oh, oh ♪

♪ They know that I'm feeling numb, hey ♪

♪ They put me back on that road ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody need that pick up sometimes ♪

♪ I feel like I'm givin' up sometimes ♪

♪ Hey, hey, I wish a milli for the trap niggas ♪

♪ Gon' put that rich a milli on that fat nigga ♪

♪ Pimp out for a minute now, I'm back up ♪

♪ And I think attack their bag ♪

♪ I'll show you where I'm at, nigga ♪

♪ Chopped liver, cold-hearted nigga, she tried... ♪

(chuckles)

♪ I cannot forgive her, that sound got bigger ♪

♪ Bag got bigger ♪

♪ Now I won't give a damn if she ain't got a sliver, uh ♪

♪ And same for all the guys that doubted that ♪

♪ This gonna hurt your small circle ♪

♪ Fuck it, I think outside of that ♪

♪ And it's not to curse you if you make it ♪

♪ Just know I'm proud of that ♪

♪ It's just that one way love ♪

♪ I can feel it in the air ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I know when shit going wrong ♪

♪ I could feel it in my soul, hey ♪

♪ It's like my angels let me know ♪

♪ Ah, ah, oh, oh ♪

♪ They know that I'm getting on, hey ♪

♪ They put me back on that road ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ Everybody need that pick up sometimes ♪

♪ I feel like I'm giving up sometimes ♪

♪ One time for the dope boys ♪

♪ Two times 'cause we made it out ♪

♪ Third time for the scamming niggas, yeah ♪

♪ It's four, a life if they still doubt ♪

♪ Fifth time for the felons ♪

♪ The ones who held it down ♪

(fading): * Do whatever they tell them... ♪

♪ I see no one I knew ♪

♪ See my brothers and sisters ♪

♪ Are becoming very few ♪

♪ 'Cause they're being caged ♪

♪ Day after day ♪

♪ By the ones in blue ♪

♪ My country, 'tis of thee ♪

♪ Sweet land of liberty ♪

♪ But not for all ♪

(siren wailing)

♪ Land where my brothers die ♪

♪ Mothers and children cry ♪

♪ A loved one gone ♪

♪ They say, "All lives matter" ♪

♪ When we say ♪

♪ "Black lives matter" ♪

♪ But we know all lives matter ♪

♪ It's society that says the latter ♪

♪ When folks are startled in the street ♪

♪ By seeing folks who look like me ♪

♪ We got to change that mentality ♪

♪ That, if you're different, you must be a threat to me ♪

♪ I just want to be protected ♪

♪ From those whose minds are infected ♪

♪ With racism, prejudice and hatred ♪

♪ Whose authority needs correction ♪

♪ My country, 'tis of thee ♪

♪ Sweet land of liberty ♪

♪ But not for all ♪

♪ Land where my brothers die ♪

♪ Mothers and children cry ♪

♪ A loved one gone ♪

♪ Huh, hey, huh ♪

♪ Land of the free, home of the slaves ♪

♪ Free for who? My lil' bro in a cage ♪

♪ Free for who? And ain't nobody paid ♪

♪ Free for who? They don't even get freedom in school ♪

♪ I seen a demon in blue ♪

♪ Hard to believe what I see on the news ♪

♪ Body camera one keeping the proof ♪

♪ Is that not the same thing as a noose ♪

♪ When the bystander get it on camera ♪

♪ Is that not the same thing as the truth ♪

♪ He protected if he wearing a badge ♪

♪ He could do whatever he want to do ♪

♪ Still get to go home to his family ♪

♪ He's telling me he just need an excuse ♪

♪ He ain't even have a reason to shoot ♪

♪ He's telling me he just need an excuse ♪

♪ We got excuses ♪

♪ We ain't have no guidance ♪

♪ Ain't nobody leave no blueprint ♪

♪ They target us and profit when we locked in in institutions ♪

♪ They maximize the time we go to trial ♪

(fading): ♪ They don't reduce it... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ We rose from the streets ♪

♪ With no shoes on our feet ♪

♪ No money, no heat ♪

♪ Four in the bed when we sleep ♪

♪ I'm a cat, I like to roam ♪

♪ I'm a dog searching for a bone ♪

♪ I fell from grace ♪

♪ People all in my face ♪

♪ My mom, my titi ♪

♪ Don't want me being happy ♪

♪ I'm working, I'm still poor ♪

♪ But he's gonna work some more, bro ♪

♪ Just look how far we've come * -* Oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ To another rising sun ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ It's looking like the have-nots ♪

♪ Finally got us some ♪

- ♪ I was out there in the cold ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Scratching around for crumbs * -* I was ♪

♪ I wish that I could say I was ♪

♪ But I ain't the only one, no ♪

♪ So stay cool under pressure ♪

♪ It's your life you need to measure ♪

♪ Get some joker, get some joint ♪

♪ Trying to test your boiling points ♪

♪ And the popo's out of line ♪

♪ Trying to give your boy some time ♪

♪ She looking good, she looking thick ♪

♪ Throw her down and give her some... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Just look how far we've come * -* Oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ To another rising sun ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ It's looking like the have-nots ♪

♪ Finally got us some ♪

- ♪ I was out there in the cold ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Scratching around for crumbs * -* I was ♪

♪ I wish that I could say I was ♪

♪ But I ain't the only one, no ♪

♪ No, I ain't the only one ♪

♪ Finally got us some, yeah ♪

♪ Just look how far we've come * -* Oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ To another rising sun ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ It's looking like the have-nots ♪

- ♪ Finally got us some ♪ - ♪ Finally got some ♪

- ♪ I was out there in the cold ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Scratching around for crumbs * -* I was ♪

♪ I wish that I could say I was ♪

♪ But I ain't the only one, no ♪

♪ No, I ain't the only one, no ♪

(fading): ♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah. ♪