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(upbeat hip-hop music)

(traffic rumbling) (horn honking)

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

- Spider, hey, hey, wait.

Hey, Spider, man.

Listen, hey, listen, look, I ain't got no money on me, man.

- Man, I ain't got time for you right now, bruh.

- Listen. - Hey bruh,

didn't I say, "Get the fuck outta here?"

(gun fires) (birds chirping)

(Anthony grunting and panting)

(Anthony sobbing) (gentle music)

- I'm so sorry. (sobbing)

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. (sobs)

Oh, god. (sobs) (gentle music continues)

(Anthony panting)

I just wanna go home. I just wanna go home.

I just wanna go home. I just wanna go home.

I just wanna go home. I just wanna go home.

(Anthony pants and grunts)

- I was bad off.

I was bad off but I learned

that I had to just keep myself busy,

otherwise I was gonna continuously be looking

for that next fix.

Am I lying?

I had a full music scholarship.

I lost that.

I had a wonderful wife

and I lost her.

I lost everything because of my addiction.

I was a seller, I was a user,

and I didn't realize how wrong my ways were

until later on and I found myself locked up.

And truth be told, I did more heroin on the inside

than I did on the outside.

I was dying, I was not being reformed.

As a matter of fact, my reformation didn't come

until I decided to reform.

So I set goals for myself,

small attainable goals, something realistic.

And not just anything, something,

it just keeps me going all day long, all day.

(sighs) It came to a point

where I just didn't think about it as much.

And after a while, I didn't think about it at all.

But the funny thing about heroin and any substance

is that it makes a connection with you.

It makes that connection with you and it's there.

It's always there, right in the back of your head,

just right there, waiting for you to fuck up.

It's loyal.

That's loyal.

And I was that loyal to dope.

I mean, how many people you know

with that level of loyalty and that level of commitment,

how many people you know?

Not many, if any. If any! (laughs)

And that's why we go back to it.

For that connection.

We wanna feel connected to something.

We wanna feel connected to someone, anything,

when the truth of it is, we just wanna be understood.

We wanna be heard, we wanna be loved.

You know what? I think that is our time.

So I'm gonna cut it right there,

but not before we say, as Felicia so eloquently put it,

our corny-ass chant.

Thank you, Felicia.

One day at a time.

No rewinds.

All right.

I love y'all. See y'all next week.

(chairs creaking)

All right.

Stay out them streets.

- [Attendee] Yeah, I'm tryin'.

- Yeah.

(laughs) I was for sure

you were gonna take up the mantle, man.

- Oh no, not my steelo. Not at all.

- Thank you for coming. - Of course.

- So good to have you. It's always good having family here.

I mean, it's not good, but you know.

- I know what you mean. - Yeah.

- Hey, you got a sec?

- Yeah. - I get the point.

I'll be waiting in the car.

Good to see you, Timothy.

- Good to see you, too.

All right, listen, I got you.

I got you. Rain, sleet, or snow. You can depend on me.

Ask Ant, I don't give up on my people.

- Yeah, she's heard the stories.

- Well, I'll be outside.

You guys chitchat.

- Chitchat. (laughs)

We are grown men. We do not chitchat.

We talk about community building,

we talk about progressive stuff,

we talk about politics.

- Okay, okay. Whatever. - We are men!

(Anthony laughs)

How you holding up?

- She's doing good.

I think this might be it.

- That's good to know. That's good to hear.

How's Tasha processing all of this?

- You know, it's been an adjustment

having Veronica back in the house,

but I think she's been handling it well

other than that, top of her class, you know?

No complaints.

- Yeah, I remember when that girl was in diapers.

Man, you're a good father.

Most of the brothers we grew up with

are either dead or in the inside.

You know, it's like we're working against the odds, man.

It's like we say:

One day at a time.

- No rewinds. Yeah.

I don't know, T.

If she doesn't...

If she doesn't make it through this, man...

I think this is it.

It's just too much happening right now, man.

I got credit card debt, investments that are blowing up.

Money's just being tossed everywhere.

My only saving grace is this fixer upper on Harron Road.

Now, how is that supposed to help her with her sobriety?

(Anthony sighs)

Tasha and Ronnie, they just...

The house is so tense, man.

Ronnie always has these little getaways

that she says are helping,

but she comes back and I don't see any changes

and it's just more money being tossed out there, man.

And I'm just, it scares the shit outta me 'cause...

I can't.

I'm sorry, man.

I did not come here to throw all this on you, man.

I just needed to... - No, no, no, no.

Man, hey listen, listen, listen, man. I got you.

All right? - Yeah.

Thank you, man. I appreciate all that.

- Oh, man. Love you. - Love you, too.

Love you too, man.

- All right.

You all right? - Yeah. I'm good, man.

Thank you. - Give Tasha my blessings.

- I will, I will. You should come around more, too.

- (laughs) Then you'd be telling me to stay away.

(both laughing)

- [Anthony] Come and mow the lawn or something.

Help a brother out.

- Man, you know I ain't cutting no grass.

(gentle music)

♪ Lost in love ♪

(Shay knocks on door)

♪ We went out walking and got lost in love ♪

♪ Now I never want to find the path ♪

(Shay knocks on door)

♪ That might take us back ♪

- What you want, Shay?

What'd I tell you about bringing this girl over here?

(dog barking)

♪ Letting every footstep lead us home ♪

- We family, ain't we?

- I told you not to come over here no more.

- I just gotta get a few things and I'm out.

- Oh, no the fuck you ain't, Shay.

You using and selling that shit in my house?

I don't know what the fuck you got planted back there.

Get your shit and only your shit.

- Why you gotta be like that?

I'm all you got. You know I wouldn't do you like that.

- You got niggas runnin' through my shit looking for you.

- Who came looking for me?

- [Vickey] You know.

- I'm just finna grab the rest of my shit.

I'm out, all right?

♪ I want a love so real it feels like a dream ♪

- I thought we agreed no more visits.

That girl ain't nothing but trouble.

- I'd rather be here than at home.

- You don't know how good you got it.

- You're fucking joking, right?

- The fuck you say to me, girl?

- Oh, nothing.

- I know your mama, what she did wasn't right, but-

- [Shay] Come on, Tasha, let's go.

- Thank you.

- Tasha, if you had any sense in the head of yours,

you'd go back to where you belong.

That girl ain't nothing but trouble.

- [Tasha] Bye. (door slams)

- Go home, Tasha!

♪ Lost in love ♪

Shay!

Give my shit back!

Shay!

(door slams)

- She won't be smoking tonight. (laughs)

- (laughs) Crazy.

♪ 219 nigga, bitch I bleed that, believe that ♪

♪ Shit can get realer and kill you ♪

♪ Sicker than illa ♪

♪ In this shit witnessing any of their errors, era ♪

♪ If you ignorin' the terror, this is the message ♪

Oh, no I'm good. I'm buzzed.

- Damn, girl, you really been sheltered.

That's why I can't hang with you.

- Give it to me.

Give it to me!

♪ Now it's new, static made a nigga get two Maddocks ♪

♪ Got new status, no FB ♪

♪ Took a few facts, it won't catch me ♪

(Tasha coughing)

- Damn, suburban girl.

- Stop calling me that.

- [Shay] Gimme this.

- I think I'm gonna go before my parents get back.

- Your mom still don't know we hang out, huh?

Figures.

Just 'cause y'all got it like that don't make shit better.

In actuality it just makes shit a lot worse.

- I'm gonna go.

- Tasha.

Got any cash?

- I can get some.

- All right, I'll holler at you.

(ominous music)

(bottle clinks) (cabinet closes)

(bag crinkles)

- Hey.

- Tasha!

Tasha seems distant lately.

- Well, what do you expect?

- I told you I wouldn't put you through that again.

- And I want to believe that.

- [Tasha] Hey, daddy. - [Anthony] Hey!

- Ooh, Chinese today?

- How was school? - Frustrating.

Mr. Long has his writing essays every single day.

- What was I saying?

Education is the passport to the future.

- For tomorrow belongs to those who prepared today.

- That's right!

You gotta put in that work.

Your uncle Tim taught me that.

- I'm sorry to interrupt

your little motivational hoorah moment,

but who is Mr. Long?

- He's my advanced literature teacher.

- Oh, I thought we agreed you wouldn't be taking that class.

- That's what you agreed on. I didn't.

- We talked about it.

We discussed it and we felt like it was the right move.

- Is that right? - Yeah. She wants to write.

- For Christ's sake, Tasha,

don't you wanna be taken seriously?

- And who the hell are you to talk to me about my life?

- What did you say to me? - Hey!

Hey, Tasha.

- Yeah, I wish it was just us. I'll eat upstairs.

- So you're just gonna sit there

and let her talk to me like that?

- Let's not pretend like she doesn't know what's going on.

- Fine. I'll excuse myself too, seeing as I'm the problem.

(pensive music)

(paper rustles) (Anthony knocks rhythmically)

- Come in.

(keys clacking)

- [Anthony] Hey, baby girl.

- Hey, daddy.

- What you doing?

- Just finishing some homework.

I'm sorry for that in there.

- You've been through a lot

and you've still managed to keep your sanity, so...

As for your mother and I... It's getting worse.

Not better.

I honestly don't know how much I can take. (sighs)

I wish you were home more.

Things are different when you're around.

But it doesn't matter.

- It'll get better. I promise

- You really believe that?

- I do.

Finish up. Love you, baby.

- Love you too. (pensive music)

(laptop clatters)

(papers rustling)

(phone chimes)

(phone chimes)

(bugs buzzing)

(car door clicks)

(car door slams)

(footsteps tapping)

- Are you the one that bought this house?

- I am.

- I done overdosed here three times.

They kept bringing me back.

Look. You don't have to pay me no mind.

I can just be on my way.

- Oh, no, no. It's cool. It's cool.

So what's your story?

- My story? Wow.

It's been a long time since somebody asked me that, man.

Ain't much story to tell.

Lot of bad decisions, whole lot of fucked up people.

That's my story.

- You can overcome it.

- Who the fuck says I wanna overcome it?

You see me? You either love me or hate me, baby.

This is who I am.

"Overcome." Who the fuck?

(bugs buzzing)

- Damn, took you long enough.

- Here you go.

- You going in and ask your mommy for permission.

- Shut the fuck up.

- I'm sayin' though, shit.

You ready?

- You got a blunt or something?

- We gonna get one on the way there. Don't worry.

- All right. ♪ You know what it is, hoe ♪

♪ Family surviving, you ain't my kid ♪

♪ Fuck 10-4, niggas better know that ♪

♪ To fall back, you reach in the bitch ♪

♪ When it go back and don't act ♪

♪ Some shit bout evict, try and make a dollar ♪

What kind of party is this?

- Relax, shit. You gotta stop being a uptight bitch.

You turn into your mom.

- I just don't wanna do this, Shay.

- Damn, why is you tripping bro?

Bro, get the out the car, you tripping.

- Look, I just wanna go home.

- 15 minutes. You ain't feeling it, we out.

All right?

- 15 minutes and that's it.

- All right! Let's go

♪ Ran through the streets and I'm buzzin' ♪

♪ Nigga ran through the streets and I'm buzzin' ♪

♪ Don't fuck with me ♪

♪ Ran through the streets and I'm buzzin' ♪

♪ I don't want no smoke unless my Backwood get dumped out ♪

♪ I was around when the renegades would jump out ♪

(Shay knocks on door)

♪ And Mutt and Jeff was thuggin' before thugged out ♪

♪ I wasn't in the shit but I knew to bring my gun out ♪

♪ You never know what can appear ♪

♪ In the mirror of this fun house ♪

- Shay, shay, shay. What you want?

- Spider here?

- He ain't trying to see you.

- Let's just go. - Hold on. Who this?

- My cousin.

- What's up, cousin?

Bougie. (door creaking)

♪ Then if we did, there'd be a ocean ♪

♪ Built up through the years ♪

♪ Can't even dock the boat 'cause niggas bogus ♪

♪ I don't trust my peers ♪

- We been looking for you.

- I'm here, ain't I?

I want you to meet my cousin.

(bugs buzzing)

♪ It's hard tryin' to be cool ♪

♪ Tryin' to share your dinner you can't be fooled ♪

♪ Most these bitches bogus, I be tryin' not to be rude ♪

♪ She fuckin' on the opps, man, shawty on the menu ♪

♪ She be fuckin' up my mental, look at how I'm livin' ♪

- Bougie ass.

- This don't feel right.

- Relax, Tasha. Damn.

They gonna think think

you're some type of snitch or something.

- Fuck y'all talking about? - Nothing.

♪ Check your DMs, SNS, connect net, work ♪

♪ I'm hollain' free DM ♪

♪ All my niggas put in their work, no PTO ♪

♪ Shit, we clocked in, we stay locked in ♪

♪ Key in the door ♪

(upbeat hip-hop music)

♪ Da Message ♪

♪ Dynamite, yeah ♪

♪ Boy, you know where you at ♪

♪ You better act like it ♪

♪ Always money, power, respect ♪

♪ You better act psychic ♪

♪ 'Cause these niggas will turned on you, back slice you ♪

♪ Slide on you, pause, he was a lack lifer ♪

♪ Then they throw us into jail, another black life ♪

♪ Of killing niggas and making killings with the PAC prices ♪

♪ Jokers turn us into villains like the bat fightin' ♪

♪ Don't do no riddles or get riddled ♪

♪ With this black lightning ♪

♪ They ass frightened, this shit scary ♪

♪ If you don't mind your business ♪

♪ You get carried into cemeteries, buried quicker ♪

♪ Who am I kidding these whiteys ain't scared of no dying ♪

♪ Out here playing Call of Duty ♪

♪ Yergeys and thirties and high and ♪

♪ ARPs trying to button 'em, suit 'em and tie 'em ♪

♪ Weapons dressed formal ♪

♪ He ain't sheisty and shooting a tire ♪

♪ I be staying out the way, shit, I'm unc now ♪

♪ I don't want no smoke unless my Backwood get dumped out ♪

♪ I was round when the renegades would jump out ♪

♪ And Mutt and Jeff was thuggin' before thugged out ♪

♪ I wasn't in the shit but I knew to bring my gun out ♪

♪ Never know what can appear ♪

♪ In the mirror of this fun house ♪

♪ Better have no fear or get slumped out ♪

♪ And nigga don't be stupid neither ♪

♪ Out here starting shit ♪

♪ When they finish you, be cool with Jesus, God help us ♪

♪ They done turned us into souvenirs ♪

♪ Collecting niggas in the coffin ♪

♪ No, we doing beers ♪

♪ We just looking for that all white like new veneers ♪

♪ Smile even though this be hurtin', we won't cue the tears ♪

♪ And if we did it'd be a ocean built up through the years ♪

♪ Can't even dock that boat cause nigga's bogus ♪

♪ I don't trust my peers ♪

♪ Don't fuck with mine and I won't fuck with his ♪

♪ That's the only rule and if you break it ♪

♪ Ain't no duckin' ears ♪

♪ Watch who you fuckin' with ♪

♪ It is hard trying to be cool ♪

♪ Trying to share your dinner, you can be fooled ♪

♪ Most these bitches bogus, I be trying not to be rude ♪

♪ She fuckin' on the opps then, shawty on the menu ♪