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This morning,

the sewer water smelled like butterscotch,

and I found a beetle

flattened into the concrete of koreatown.

Scooter versus scarab,

squashed skid marks

shattering emerald green.

And on the escalator leading down

to the 7th street Metro,

pigeons paint the handrails,

splattering off-white.

Flocks lost,

in the underground ecosystem of delayed train traffic

and disappearances.

But my sure step says, "not me. Not today."

And my sure step says,

"sure, you could ask me for directions."

It's true; I do

know my way around this angel-angst town,

all its ins and outs

and in-n-outs,

all the creatures hidden in crevices,

gone off track.

And when your phone map fails to find home,

wait for the bus by a grate

that pushes up a hell of hot green-gray air.

You're already there,

having a Marilyn Monroe moment

with the exquisite stink

spurting from the sidewalk's underbelly.

And the truth is,

the silver line is my favorite sweat brigade.

But when the rush-hour crowd is too, too much,

I turn the music up.

Los Angeles, I am not lonely with you, my love.

The wires cutting through the smog

wrap themselves around my skittish heart

till I am electrocuted by your current,

stargazing on the boulevard

beneath a pair of tangled sneakers,

watching all the winged dreams around me

scribble footnotes in our city's story.

I fall in love like the ocean,

like riptide and home,

never rare and always deep.

Name me venice breakwater,

constantly splitting apart but never hurting.

How could I not care about this breeze that made me?

Watch from the water as the tide pools

and everything inside get taken back by the sea.

Every new storefront is an exit wound

of shots we've been hearing,

all the golden little pearls returning to dust and sand.

♪ Oh, venice, oh, baby ♪

♪ I like the way-ay-ay ♪

♪ your shores wash on my sand ♪

♪ can you feel me when I ask you ♪

♪ to keep being a soft place to land ♪

♪ can you feel me ♪

♪ when I whisper just for you ♪

♪ just for you ♪

♪ I will stay ♪

♪ I will stay ♪

- Whoa! - Oh!

What the fuck were you doing there

on the sidewalk, bruh?

We were just trying to take a photo.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Ugh!

You could have at least said sorry!

Look at them. Pitiful.

It's just so sad.

- #eatingshitlnvenice. - #venicevacay.

Hello. Welcome to loaf. My name is Veronica.

Let me remind you we're under new management

and our specialties are now toast and bottomless bellinis.

But you kids don't look old enough to drink.

So what can I get for you?

Honestly, I would just like a cheeseburger.

I'm sorry, babe. We don't have cheeseburgers.

So what can I get for you two?

I'm gonna get this one with the evoo, please.

Mm-hmm, make that two.

Well, I'll take the closest thing you got

to a cheeseburger.

Coming right up.

- Ooh! - Can you believe this?

- Snaps back. - No tip.

To the new management of loaf.

Y'all got me fucked all the way up.

How could y'all possibly think

it's okay to move hamburgers off the menu?

What?

This restaurant raised me better than my own family,

and it's so heartbreaking

to see that not a single ounce of its spirit

is left in this whole establishment.

In closing, your waitress today

was rude and entitled as fuck.

And just please bring back hamburgers

to the people of Los Angeles,

'cause we hungry out here.

- Two avo ts with evoo. - Oh!

And for you, my friend...

- On god? - Enjoy.

$14.75 for a piece of bread?

Nope. One star. Negative stars.

Excuse me, miss. This is way too expensive.

I'm sorry. We can't return it.

Cool. Well, we're leaving.

Okay, cool. Then I'll call the cops.

Okay, listen, hon.

You need to just go ahead and cancel my order,

or there will be consequences.

Look, buddy,

if you're gonna act like a thug,

then you really don't belong in this place.

Okay.

I write

bad reviews about real shit.

None of that, "oh, the food was great,

just wish Veronica smiled,"

or, "please greet your customers, thank you."

No, I'm coming in and putting down

that your dry-ass toast

should not cost $15.

In this economy?

Do you know what I can buy with $15?

I could use $1.75 for the red line to union station,

$2.75 for the silver streak,

get off at downtown pomona,

lyft home for $6.89,

drop two cents changing my ripped jeans

at the front porch,

climb into my nightclothes, flop in my bed,

open up my laptop, log on to yelp,

and write how fucking ridiculous these prices are!

$15 will get me a new outfit

from the four-star veteran thrift store down the street.

I can make chicken Alfredo for dinner for around $14.70.

Purchase shampoo, conditioner, and a leave-in

from Marshall's at around $13.40.

But everything under would have to fit into my wallet

lined with crow color limitations,

my hood budget, between the gap of the classes.

Equate the spare change I've saved for one-time fulfillments

in these late nights, written with opinions,

is how I pull down your fucking evoo to a one star,

find my voice in the sound of my keyboard.

How I march with my fingertips when it's past my curfew,

how I get back at the man, the men,

somehow, the pilgrims.

By clicking in disapproval with my right hand,

furiously typing with my left,

knowing that a "fuck you" will save someone $15.

Whew. Damn.

Now, can you go ahead

and just cancel my order, please?

No.

And we can pay a service

to get rid of your stupid review.

So sit down or leave, but you are paying.

Okay.

Oh, no, he's choking.

What are you doing?

Oh, my god, he's choking.

- I think he's choking. - Somebody help him.

It is okay.

- No, it's not okay. - I think it's the toast.

He's dying.

Okay, you can stop now.

Okay, you can stop now.

♪ Avocado ♪

♪ a-a-avocado ♪

♪ a... ♪

♪ Vo... ♪

♪ A-avo-o-cado ♪

♪ toast ♪

Do you know what time it is? It's time to shine.

Got a bottle of golden skin for 6.99.

Excuse me.

You need some sunblock? Look what I got.

Shit, school's out, so don't stop the summer vibes.

Hey, cute couple, squirt, squirt.

You guys need a water gun?

What the fuck, man? Can you not?

It's summertime, man.

Yeah, yeah, get a real job, asshole.

I have four of them, actually.

You guys want to hear a poem?

- Fuck no. - Just one poem?

I got a poem for y'all.

Have a nice day.

You're completely ignoring the precedent

that Davis set for Spears' prison abolitionist praxis.

- Whoa, Spears like Britney? - Yeah, Spears like Britney.

What other Spears is there?

She doesn't have praxis.

Britney's basically, like, all rhetoric.

You know, I'm sure she could learn a thing or two from kesha

about modeling direct action.

Kesha is the textbook definition of capitalist.

- What? - But Britney,

"work, bitch" is a satirical masterpiece.

It's an anthem of workers' rights, Marco.

Great, let's save that for the podcast.

- I will. - Yo, check this out.

Yo, speaking of podcast.

Hey, come on, check this out. Everybody, come on.

My boy rah about to spit for y'all.

Are you guys ready to see the future of the rap industry

right here on this street right now?

Check this out. It's my boy rah.

Rah, show them what they're here for.

♪ Yo, I said I want to break records ♪

- ♪ okay ♪ - ♪ want to break molds ♪

- ♪ okay ♪ - ♪ I want to break out ♪

- ♪ but I'm just broke ♪ - ♪ for now ♪

- ♪ living with my moms ♪ - ♪ yeah ♪

♪ I don't got a job, I just want to sleep in ♪

- ♪ past the alarm ♪ - ♪ snooze ♪

♪ see me on the 'gram, y'all, come and follow ♪

- ♪ hit that ♪ - ♪ I just want to make sure ♪

- ♪ I can see tomorrow ♪ - ♪ tell them ♪

♪ you know what it is, y'all know what's up ♪

- ♪ uh-huh ♪ - ♪ anewbyss and rah ♪

♪ we rolling in the cut ♪

♪ so if you like this dope sound ♪

- ♪ say, "I love it" ♪ - I love it.

♪ No, you gotta be loud, say, "I love it" ♪

I love it.

♪ Well, since we're all here on the subject ♪

♪ you can drop a couple dollars in the bucket ♪

And it's gonna go toward the funding of my mixtape.

- Let's bounce. - It's gonna be so fire.

I'm telling you. Every dollar helps.

And you can find us on all social medias.

Thank you all for connecting and vibing

with anewbyss and rah.

That was our new hit single off our mixtape.

Hey, hey, hey, man, no one cares about us,

about our music, about our sound, none of it.

Yo, you gotta keep that negative energy

from around here, man.

There's too many people connecting

with this vibe we got going.

There's no one here, rah. It's just us.

Have you forgotten where we are,

what kind of crazy dope magic

happens in this city every day?

There's literally a street

that has stars in it with people's names.

Look, we're gonna take our time, take a breath,

and then you are gonna knock this thing out the park.

- No. - Oh, man.

I can hear it now.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've got the legendary anewbyss and rah.

Ahh!

♪ I'm trying to go from colgate ♪

- ♪ to golden gate Bridges ♪ - ♪ uh-huh ♪

♪ shit, I'm really tired ♪

- ♪ of doing the dishes ♪ - ♪ me too ♪

- ♪ chef in this kitchen ♪ - ♪ uh-huh ♪

♪ these bars that I'm cooking ♪

♪ when it comes to dating, I don't know what I'm doing ♪

- ♪ who does ♪ - ♪ this baddy had me ♪

♪ by my red tee, called herself wifey ♪

- ♪ okay ♪ - ♪ she ain't like ♪

- ♪ that my wallet was empty ♪ - ♪ so what she do? ♪

♪ Suffice to say she wasn't happy she had to pay ♪

♪ damn, why'd I order that steak? ♪

Whoo!

Man, look, you... that was you. That was all you.

Hey, that was so good. Can I take a selfie?

So you got any money?

Because we are trying to fund a mixtape, and...

Sam, get back here.

What are you doing? I have been waiting for you.

- Sorry, no money. - Uh-uh.

Also, you can follow us on Instagram.

That works too. Yeah.

Anewbyss and rah.

Honestly, poor server.

I thought she was gonna start crying.

You really about to leave?

On our last weekend together,

you really about to do this to me?

I'm just going home so I can get ready for tonight.

All right. You go home.

We're gonna go to Eddie's burgers.

Does Eddie's mean anything to you anymore?

My bus is here.

I will see y'all tonight, all right?

- Yeah. Bye. - I love you.

- Bye, girl. - Take care.

Be safe.

Ooh, what about socks?

Rocks.

- Dog. - Log. Frog.

Ribbit. Ribbit. Okay, sky.

- Tie. - My.

Ready for a hard one? Engineer.

Uh...

How about frontier?

- Or Mickey mouse ear. - Ooh.

How about steer?

Say thank you to the ladies.

Thank you, ladies.

Okay, okay. Sky.

- Tie. - My.

Excuse me, ladies.

Could you maybe not do that here?

It's weird.

- What's the matter? - Pardon?

I don't know if now is the time.

Could you save it for later?

I'm just saying, like, there's kids in the back.

It's a confusing city as it is,

and we should probably not confuse them any more,

you know?

No one really needs to see that here right now.

Excuse me?

These are my kids.

How old are you? They're your kids?

I mean, I'm babysitting.

Also, none of your business.

And I'm gay.

Oh, good for you. That's cool.

Everybody can do what they want.

Well, I mean, I... Not up for debate.

Lesbian, libra, lascivious, licentious.

I'm gay as... as a wool flannel on a summer day.

I get it, lady.

You're a lesbian. Thank you for sharing.

No, no, no. I'm so gay.

In third grade, my best friend and I would sneak kisses,

peck for peck, at the playground corner.

Our parents called it "confusion, experimentation,"

like my desire could be dissected,

cut down to cuticle.

Yeah, I'm gay like short, short fingernails.

I'm gay like I swallowed my sexuality

till sophomore year,

found it again staring into Abby's eyes at lunchtime.

I'm gay like I write poetry,

really gay poetry

examining the blur between platonic cuddling and intimacy.

I'm gay like softball and musical theater,

like turtlenecks and dodging texts,

like nose ring and undercut,

like everyone's a little eager to reduce me down to trend.

Well, I think we could all take it a little bit easier.

But it was nice talking to you. Hope you have a good day.

I'm gay like grandma doesn't get it,

no matter how many times she asks about the boys

and I don't give her a straight answer.

I'm gay like every time I call myself gay,

the men in my life take it upon themselves

to amend, like, "what about Ben?

What was that, then?"

Please let me off.

I'm gay like my girlfriend

can build heaven with her left hand.

I'm the closest she comes to touching religion.

I'm gay like wouldn't be caught dead in a straitjacket.

Could be caught dead, though. Mouthful of her chapstick.

We love so hard sometimes,

I forget holding hands is a risk.

And I'm gay like privilege.

Like, not everyone is made into martyr,

but the casualties keep coming, and some of y'all

would rather a shower curtain than a bow tie.

But we prefer to live loving, and we prefer to love living.

And I'm gay like still here, glitter face on the Metro bus

turning dismal to dazzle,

daphnes to dykes,

death into trend,

love to the end.

Amen!

Can you let me off now?

You can get off my bus now.

It's 11:15.

- You're late. - I know.

I have been doing my assignments, Dr. Busan.

I'm still not ready to share.

I can't. I can't do it.

Marquesha, I want you to take this book,

and I'll see you next week.

Thank you.

By the way...

You look great.

Thanks.

Anna, Walter, come on in my office.

Okay, remind me how we ended the last session.

Hmph.

- She's cheating on me. - What the fuck?

You been cheating on me for so long.

No, no, no. It don't matter.

I told her we didn't even have to be together.

Ugh! I'm so sick of this.

We didn't have to make this no relationship.

She want to define the relationship and shit

- and then get mad. - I don't even understand.

We've been fucking for four years, Walter.

And I'm like, "how am I even cheating if we not official?"

Why'd you even bring me here to couples therapy

if you didn't even want to work on our relationship?

I told you when we first start hanging out, I live far.

- That makes it okay... - So, like, logically-

- for you to fuck your local homegirls

every time your horny ass don't want to drive?

- Yo, Dr. Busan... - Does it make it okay?

- It's a two-hour commute... - It's not even two hours.

From lynwood to mar vista in traffic.

I can't stand this motherfucker.

- Two hours. - You know, I been telling you

to move in with me for months, right?

Oh, sure. You solving all the problems.

I been telling his ass. Shut the fuck up.

Miss problem solver right here

- got it all figured out. - Yeah, I do.

What you gonna do with Lucas when I move in with you?

What about Lucas?

Why you always gotta bring this fool into this shit?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Who in the hell is Lucas?

Lucas. He was my friend.

He's not his friend.

- She fucked him. - No.

And now she just want to, like,

brush past it like it's nothing.

- Shut up. - Just imagine.

- Shit's so stupid. - You drive two hours, traffic,

no ac, long fucking drive.

I get there first, she laid up with this nigga.

Motherfucker dropping d all in her spine,

and she was loving it better than mine.

"Dropping d all in her spine."

You gotta have little rhymes and shit?

- Whatever. - Dr. Busan, you try dating

- someone from lynwood... - What?

- For four years. - Anna, we're not dating.

- Four years. - We're not dating.

- We're just fucking. - Oh. You know what?

You're right, bro.

That's what you said, right?

There ain't no going back now.

Hold up. Do y'all hear what the problem is?

- Uh-uh. - Exactly.

You're talking, but you're not communicating with each other.

Did you do your homework?

I asked you to channel your frustrations

into a simple form

and which you can deliver directly to your partner,

and not only will your partner listen to you;

your partner will participate with you.

Anna, pick up the percussion.

Walter, I want to start with you first.

Follow my lead, okay?

Shit, I been playing games, but you play them too.

Stuck in that traffic day to day

just to get to you.

Leave all that bullshit for the birds.

Who we lying to?

And you be tripping over hos that you inspire, boo.

Like, who we lying to? Sometimes we fall, girl.

Sometimes we fly away.

Go ahead and love yourself.

Let a nigga make your day.

I'm trying to bake them cakes.

I want to be that place you go to when you lonely.

But you're fucking on my homey.

Nice rhymes, man.

♪ I'm tired of the bullshit ♪

♪ you ain't sorry ♪

♪ I heard it all before, don't even get me started ♪

Walter, pick up the bongos.

♪ I needed you to love me a little more ♪

♪ I needed you to trust me a little more ♪

♪ I needed you to listen a little more ♪

♪ 'cause I'm tired of you fucking all these bitches ♪

♪ like my heart don't break in two ♪

♪ like I'm some new type of species ♪

♪ and my heart just made of glue ♪

♪ but, baby, baby ♪

♪ if you're hesitating ♪

♪ your homey Lucas will be waiting ♪

Fuck that. I can't do this.

♪ And you always running off ♪

'Cause you want the truth but you're always gonna leave.

Sit down, Walter.

I guess.

Anna, Walter,

something has got to change.

Walter, you said, "stuck in traffic day by day

trying to get to you."

And, Anna, from your vocal rhymes,

what I heard is that you run from reality.

So here's your options.

Have you thought about polyamory?

No. Fuck that.

Definitely not, Dr. Busan.

So I'm assuming that you don't want to end this.

No.

Nah.

That's just what I thought.

So, Walter, you need to move to mar vista with Anna.

Anna, you need to leave Lucas' ass alone.

No more side hos for either of you.

It's about commitment.

Grow up. Change.

Now, I done gave y'all the truth.

So I want you to take my book.

I want y'all to read it,

read it together, and take heed of it.

Now, if you guys will excuse me,

I have an appointment with Dr. Green.

Who is Dr. Green?

Dr. Green is my therapist.

Anewbyss and rah.

Do you like hip-hop, a good rap track, mixtape?

My brother! Come on!

- Check your boy out. - Check us out real quick.

We only got 150 copies left.

You missing out.

What's up, lady? How are you today?

- Do I know y'all? - Yes!

- We are anewbyss and rah. - Oh, really?

Let me hear something.

This is us right here.

All right, I like that.

- Oh, that's you? - Yeah.

Mm, all right.

- That shit is tight. - Thank you.

Yo, this y'all two?

Definitely is. Check us out. Let us know what you think.

♪ So if you like the sound ♪

- ♪ say, "I love it" ♪ - ♪ I love it ♪

♪ no, you gotta be loud, say, "I love it" ♪

- ♪ I love it ♪ - you know, I produce.

Oh, word. Okay.

I mess with this a little bit.

You know what? Let me get a copy.

Keep the change, all right?

I might have some opportunities for y'all.

You never know.

Do y'all know who that is?

- Uh-uh. - That's Jean.

He's a music producer, honey.

Y'all gonna be famous in no time.

Just you wait.

My man. Told you.

We doing the right thing. Yo, we selling out.

We only got 149 copies left now.

What's up, man? I'm looking for "jeen"?

- Jean. - Oh, my bad, bro.

No disrespect.

Hey, bro, can you put this in?

Yeah, for sure, bro.

You motherfucker.

Hey!

Why you covering up my shit?

Oh, this you?

- You're Jason? - Yeah, I'm Jason.

Oh, no disrespect, man.

I just gotta finish this today. I'm on a schedule.

Wait, hold up, hold up.

My mom's calling me. Yes, mom.

- Whatever. - Yes, mom. Yeah. Yeah.

What you doing here?

- Painting the wall, man. - Yeah, we can see that.

All right, kid, drop the spray cans.

- Hey, man, this is my job. - Are you talking back?

- Dude, this is literally my job. - You talking back?

- What the hell, man? - Are you Jason?

I'm not Jason.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's going on out here?

This kid was tagging your property.

I'm paying him for tagging.

It's not tagging.

I have a college degree, dude.

- So you paid him? - Yeah.

Look. It's me.

You went to college for this?

Yeah, mom, I'll go home soon.

I just gotta finish something real quick.

Oh, shit.

What's up, kid? Are you Jason?

- What you up to with that spray can? - Um...

Oh, let me guess. You got an arts degree too?

Yeah. I go to the university of...

Jason, run!

Run, Jason! Run!

Run! Run! Run, Jason!

He's gone now.

Zach, get back to work.

Okay, so what exactly are we looking at, t?

So it's me, tyris winter,

right outside of what used to be Eddie's burgers.

But the colonizers have done it again

and given us blouses.

See this shit? Hello.

- That was a cute top. - Bitch, that's not even funny.

Go ahead and cut.

Mrs. Blouse, you get 3.5 stars.

And the 33 bus takes us east by MacArthur park

and straight to filla's burgers.

So you down? 'Cause I'm down.

I'm not sure I know exactly

what's going on with you right now,

but just know, like, I'm here for you

and I support you and everything.

But I gotta get this blouse, though,

so, you know, I'm gonna let you bust your mission.

Oh, yeah, you got better things.

Yeah, I got...

Like, I love this friendship that we have.

- Bye. - Okay.

Hey, have you seen this guy?

Do I look like I have answers to you?

Oh, it's him.

Don't... don't turn around.

Oh...

So you out here creeping on your ex and his new bae.

- Shh! - That's so cute.

- Be quiet. - Honestly, you know.

- Stand up straight. - Hello, god,

I've never been straight in my life.

And I'm on a mission. Bye.

So am I.

Have you read this biographer before?

Oh, my god, he is essential.

He's so classically informed.

He's almost like omniscient

in his approach to storytelling.

- Uh-huh. - Yeah.

I want to be well-read.

I want to read dostoyevsky and Tolstoy

and confidently pronounce their names.

I want to read all of the classics,

the pulitzer prize winners, the national best sellers,

the undiscovered contemporaries.

I want to write notes in the margins of pages

with thought-provoking insight,

character motives, and plot devices.

I want to read every single book in this bookstore.

I will stare at them all until something happens.

I want to be smart.

I want my brain to be a complex work of art.

I want to start now.

I want to be strong and healthy.

I want a body that says

I do 5:00 A.M. pilates every weekday.

I want to drink chia seeds

and loose-leaf green tea sweetened with agave nectar.

I want to do bikram yoga and sweat out toxins

in 105-degree heat.

I want to be hot.

I want to be hot and sexy.

I will wear leg weights while I sleep

until I wake up in peak physical condition,

my body a temple made of concrete,

'cause I want to be strong.

Oh, shit.

I want to be funny.

I want to be hilarious.

I want to fill rooms with uproarious laughter

that have guts busting faster than a cracker barrel feast.

I will emulate the entire history of pop culture

until I'm the funniest person

in a ten-mile radius at any given time,

because I want to be hysterical.

Sorry, but are you talking to yourself?

No.

Shit.

I want my personality to be incomparable and vast.

I want to be boundless and uninhibited,

free from inertia and insecurity.

I want to master the practice of self-acceptance and love.

I want the confidence

to be everything I never thought I was.

I want to be everything I never thought I was.

I want to be everything I never was.

Oh, Jesus, Mary, and audre lorde.

Oh! I'm sorry.

You're good. You're good.

People bump into me all the time.

You have to, right? I'm like the jolly green giant.

- What? - Never mind.

My partner will tell you.

I've been bumping into people all day long.

Here, he's right inside. Marco!

Yeah.

You'll think this is so funny.

I just mowed over another girl.

Wait. Wait.

Okay, she was literally just right here.

Where did she go?

Jason!

Get the fuck out of here, bro.

Easy, fool.

Let me just finish real quick. Chill.

You do this shit every week,

and it always gets painted over.

Why are you here?

'Cause this city needs me.

It would miss me if I stopped.

You would miss me if I stopped.

Oh!

Seafood tofu soup!

My sister's perfume smells stronger than the kimchi.

You shouldn't talk badly about your sister.

She can't hear us. And she's smoking again.

It's gross.

She's a teenager. Full of angst.

When I was her age, I smoked everything I could.

Everything.

Oh, dear...

I can hear you.

Then stop smoking!

Auntie, can I come live with you?

I can't stand her anymore.

Listen, you will be my age in the blink of an eye.

When I was younger, all I could think about

was what I would be doing now.

I wasted so much time.

It's 2:00. Turn the radio on.

What's up, Los Angeles?!

It's already 2pm on this special afternoon.

We've got you covered with great music all day long.

This song always reminds me of the day

my family first arrived here from Korea in 1992.

The pride of our 88 Olympics still rang true in our hearts.

For all the times we took the bullets out of our gun

and instead used our hands to grow a garden.

We made it to places those before us never imagined.

We touched the soil that begged us to rot.

Yet, the sky tonight will shine

just as bright as our faces did

when we first came here to the states.

My body is here in america,

yet my heart still beats in the streets of Seoul.

And now, back to the hot, hot classics.

Get up and move wherever you are Los Angeles!

It's too hot to dance, radio man.

You're too young to be so stiff.

You're stiffer than my mom, and she's dead.

How old are you?

You're so morbid. And I'm 29.

You're so stiff. And I'm 45.

Ji-hye.

Yeah?

How old are you?

I'm 20.

And what are you listening to?

Just a song.

Put it on!

I don't think you'd like it.

You definitely won't like it.

I want to know what the kids listen to, Ms. Stiff.

What is going on?

I like this.

Turn it on louder.

Louder!

It's nice, right? Now, move your body.

Come on, shake those hips!

Left! Right! Shake 'em!

Come on! You're so young!

Left. Right. Shake!

Look at what your sister and I are doing!

We're rebels!

Join us!

Get away from me!

Shake it! Shake it!

You two are working too hard. Join us!

You've got to move your body sometimes!

Everyone, please line up!

Everybody to the right!

Everybody to the left!

Do it like gangnam style!

Hello. Hi.

I was just walking by, and I heard the music.

I don't know what you guys got going on here,

but this is nice.

Are you guys, like, new in town or something?

Oh, no, we've been here for four generations.

I love that, like a club and restaurant.

I like this deal.

I guess what i'm, like, really looking for...

Do y'all make cheeseburgers?

No.

I'm joking with you. I almost got you.

I am so sorry.

I am gonna rate this place 4.5 stars,

'cause the scenery is amazing and the vibe is just...

- Thank you. - Tyris winter.

- Thank you very much. - I'm on yelp.

♪ Yo, money, money, money, big house, big cars ♪

♪ actually, I'm about to get some money bands on stars ♪

- ♪ okay ♪ - ♪ knock, knock ♪

♪ who's there, that's my wrist ♪

♪ and now I'm about to go and make it glisten on this ♪

♪ got a yellow lambo and I call it twinkie ♪

♪ I can buy the whole city with my only pinkie ♪

- ♪ okay ♪ - ♪ I be moving, onomatopoeia ♪

♪ blow with my pinkie, just... ♪

Yo, I love this new beat.

Oh, man, I think this beat is on point.

- Yeah, that beat is hitting. - Yeah.

I agree. You know what I don't like, though?

What? What's that?

- That shit you just did. - Yeah?

That shit was terrible.

Was it... was it something I missed?

Did I mess up a couple rhymes?

What are you rapping about money for?

Well, I don't... I thought we...

Yeah, I thought it was important,

what we were talking about.

Yeah, showing off that we made it.

You rapping about all the wrong shit.

You gotta rap about something that means something.

What means more to you in this life?

What's the most important thing?

Anewbyss, that's... day one.

My homies, my family, my mom.

There you go, your family and your mom, right?

- Yeah. - All right.

- Yeah. - Everybody loves their mom.

- Yeah. - I love my mom.

I like... I like... I love my mom.

All right, so rap some shit about your moms.

Okay. Okay, I'll try that.

All right, let's go.

♪ Yo ♪

♪ yo ♪

♪ okay, i'ma buy a car for my mama ♪

- ♪ mama ♪ - ♪ bought a house ♪

♪ just so I could show my mama ♪

- ♪ show her ♪ - ♪ pinkie ring ♪

♪ so I can give to my mama ♪

- ♪ hey ♪ - ♪ is that Oprah over there ♪

- ♪ no, that's my mama ♪ - ♪ okay ♪

♪ I love my mama, I really know my mama ♪

- ♪ okay ♪ - ♪ I got a whole world ♪

♪ that I want to show my mama ♪

- ♪ hey ♪ - ♪ if I had to vote ♪

♪ for Obama or my mama ♪

♪ I would make two votes for my mama and my mama ♪

What the fuck?

All right, it's still a little shitty.

- Yeah. - But at least it's relatable.

Yeah, I'm trying to pull something.

- I thought it was hitting. - We'll just come back to this.

Just, let's go on to, like, the chorus or something.

- Yeah. - All right, let's get it.

Okay.

♪ On my mind ♪

♪ tell my mama i'ma make it ♪

♪ need a little more time ♪

♪ I'm gonna stay on my grind, and I'll make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ see name up there in the stars ♪

♪ I'll make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ hey, we gonna make it in ♪

♪ hey ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop ♪

♪ I love it, hey ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop ♪

♪ I love it, yeah ♪

♪ feel like the money never stops, yeah ♪

♪ fellas, I love it, hey ♪

♪ feel like the money never stops ♪

♪ I love it ♪

Home is apartment 12.

21 stairs, two locked knobs,

and one slammed door.

A cul-de-sac off central Avenue.

Three turns, two speed bumps, and one stop sign.

Home is...

Burgundy wine, chocolate couches,

and peeling paint.

My bed, hidden holiness under the sheets.

Resurrecting sleep.

Waking to the sound of the dryer and dishwasher.

Fireworks.

Triggered car alarm sirens. Home is...

Missed curfews and mahogany curtains.

My father snoring lullabies.

My mama in every room of the house.

How I'll miss the 4:00 A.M. tick of her footsteps.

Home is the only salon

I know in this city closing soon.

Slim fingers parting my curls,

massaging heaven in my scalp,

and braiding me armor every morning.

Home is fridge magnets,

fresh-cut grass,

cinnamon candles.

My brother's cheap weed

smoked behind lysol and lavender incense.

Home is crenshaw, Baldwin,

whole foods shoppers shopping property on slauson,

barbecue pop-ups, meemaw's hot water corn bread.

The elote man, the burger spot,

and the same little torta truck.

Cracked alleyways and yoga mats,

roadblocks and barbershops,

no hot water or parking spots.

It's a work in progress,

a practice in Patience,

gratitude, and grief.

Home is my timeline on display in the hallway.

I am eight.

By the living room, I culminate.

Diploma in a frame.

Home is a Dollhouse outgrown,

playground sand slipping through my fingers,

faded doorframe height,

goodwill bags,

toy box,

spotted walls.

- First tooth. - Old habits.

Lost keys. Home is...

How the saying goes:

You don't know what you've got till it's gone.

And after years

of collecting reasons to leave...

The door is wide open,

but I can't decide what shoes to wear when I walk out.

No. No. No.

Oh, hell no. Hell no.

Mm-mm. I'm good.

So 30 years ago, my dad stood on this exact same stage

and earned my family's first American paycheck.

He played the songs of our land.

The rancheras that rip your heart out.

The sones that remind you of jalisco sunsets

and your grandparents' pride.

These are the songs of carne asadas,

of the sun going down and the guitar coming out.

I still get nervous every time I play

because I know that not only my papi is watching me

but all of our...

They are listening,

even the ones that are not here.

This is preservation.

It is resilience and remembrance.

These are the songs of our lives.

Gracias.

- Hey, que-que. - Hey.

How was your therapy session?

Weird.

I cried again.

And she gave me this book she wrote,

"how to 'rap' battle your demons."

Oh, my god, really?

- Check this out. - Oh, boy.

"And, dear baby, demons don't just die on their own.

"They just go to sleep.

"And to find them,

"you gotta dig a little deeper.

You gotta speak truth to become truth."

Like, the fuck?

Why don't you just listen to your new age therapist

and tell that boy what he did?

- He deserves to know. - Fuck no.

Action!

- Hold up. - ♪ make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop ♪

Speaking of turning your pain into artistic gain,

there's a rap video happening literally, like, right here.

♪ I'm living better, a million sold ♪

- Yeah, do the rap hands. - ♪ I love it ♪

More rap hands. Yes, I love the hands.

♪ We got the greatest story ever told ♪

Hey, is that anewbyss and rah?

Get the fuck out. You know these dudes?

Yeah, those are the guys that love their mamas.

- Let me listen. Let me listen. - Okay.

♪ I got big dreams in my mind ♪

♪ tell my mama i'ma make it, need a little more time ♪

♪ long as I stay on my grind, I can make it in Hollywood ♪

This city is fucking weird.

No, they really out here loving they mamas, though.

Oh, speaking of mamas,

you should ask your mom about the party tonight.

Yes. I'm gonna convince her.

Pao. Paolina.

Remember me? Hola, I'm your mother.

You're supposed to be having lunch with me.

Gotta go. Bye.

You know it's disrespectful

to have your phone at the table.

People are gonna think you're rude.

I think you're rude.

- Hey! - Who was on the phone?

Marquesha. It was important.

We were talking about the party tonight.

The party that you're gonna let me go to.

Whoa. No, hold on a minute, okay?

You have to finish packing.

You have three weeks before you leave.

Look, I'm 18.

You said you would stop telling me what to do by then.

I'm not gonna stop worrying about you, paolina.

You are stuck with me worrying about you until one of us dies.

Please stop talking about us dying.

Okay, are there gonna be any parents at the party?

- No. That's why it's a party. - Every day on Facebook,

I see all sorts of crazy things on social media

for all these terrible things

that happen at these teenage parties.

My friends are all gonna be there.

Well, that's because none of their parents love them.

Jesus Christ.

Mira, and that's why you're wearing that lipstick.

What?

Mija, you look like a woman of the night.

What did I tell you about red lipstick?

"Never wear red lipstick."

Never wear red lipstick. You know this.

It mimics the blush of a woman having an orgasm.

How many times do I have to tell you that?

Boys are gonna get the wrong idea.

Come on, high school boys don't know

what an orgasm looks like.

What do you know about boys anyway?

Oh, my goodness, when I was your age, oh,

boys and girls went to completely different schools.

I had to walk three miles and take a canoe

to the other side of the...

My mother, modern lady Macbeth,

furiously dabbing away at the same red spot.

Hadn't always been there.

My abuelita in her prime was never fully dressed

without a crest of crimson courage

painted on her lips,

a stripe of feminine fury,

reminder of monthly bloody battle victories.

I promised my mom, "when I'm 18",

"I'm gonna walk out of here clad in a red dress

"with matching shoes, fruit punch-stained lips,

"dye my hair in popped cherry jam, Don Rose-tinted glasses,

"rename myself miss Scarlet,

and paint the town that primary color."

What are men going to think about your intentions?

My intentions are to walk down the street

in a dress I like.

Who the hell cares what they think?

Don't you dare raise your voice at me.

You will respect me.

Gracias.

Little did I know my mom's lessons

weren't superstitions but cautionary tales

of males turning womanly wielded weapons

into weaknesses,

fathers and ex-husbands

flicking tobacco embers in their faces.

I get it.

She's scared that soon I'm gonna have the title

of "woman" tied around my neck,

with the world ready to pull the other end.

So with this, I assure her,

and someday soon, I have to leave her

and walk down the streets of a city I don't recognize.

I promise to draw a Ruby heart on my lips

and carry a matching taser.

Gracias.

Mija, have you listened to a word I just said?

Yeah, you were talking about

how we need to spend more time together.

So speaking of which, can I go to the party, please?

I can come back at 12:00 to pack.

- Mamita, I... - Please. Come on, please.

Okay, but 11:00 P.M. and no lipstick.

11:30 and I keep the red

but I just carry this everywhere.

Where did you get that from?

A taser?

Put that away. Where did you get that?

Okay. You're the adult now.

- Lyft for paolina? - Yeah.

Nice.

Hey, what's up? I'm Marcus. There anything you need?

I got water, gum,

gummy worms, gummy bears, gummy fish, cbd gummies.

Cbd gummies? Really?

Nah, I'm just kidding.

Get down here, bro. I'm in line.

It's crazy; We're, like, the first people

out of everyone here to discover these guys.

Yes, it's like bell hooks said.

We're bearing witness to the primacy

of systems of resistance.

Marco, what the fuck?

- You're the girl from earlier. - Yeah.

Sophia, wait, what are you doing here?

Why are you even here?

We're still connected on find my friends, bitch.

Oh, girl, that's unhealthy.

- Shut the fuck up. - Ooh!

Of course your new babe would have something to say about it.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm gay.

Wait, what? You're gay?

Like, super gay.

But you said that he was your partner.

My podcast partner, queen.

We're in music business class together.

Oh, so... so that means you're still single?

Yeah, but like, available to you?

Fuck no.

Wow, what the fuck, man? Fuck you.

Wait, this isn't about me, okay?

You just... you're creating these weird, elaborate dramas

to distract yourself from the fear of inadequacy.

That's fucking childish, okay?

- Marco! - I'm done with you.

It's almost narcissistic how much you hate yourself.

You need a therapist, not a boyfriend.

Dude, not feminist.

No, man, I said no.

My guys are on fire right now.

You're gonna have to give us some better guarantees.

Listen, man, I'm not in the favor business.

I'm in the music business.

My guys are actually pulling up right now,

so I might be able to get an answer for you.

Oh, my god, they're here!

♪ Yeah, they already know, already know ♪

♪ yeah, they already know, already know ♪

♪ yeah, they already know ♪

♪ threw some bands on the grill ♪

♪ now it's shining like gold ♪

♪ yeah, they already know, already know ♪

♪ yeah, they already know, already know ♪

♪ yeah, they already know ♪

♪ threw some bands on the grill ♪

♪ now it's shining like gold ♪

Hey, you okay?

I'm fine.

Heartbreak?

I wish it was just the heart.

I'm fucked up and broken all around.

Okay, look.

Admitting is the first step.

Then you're supposed to channel your emotions into writing,

and then you...

Spit that emotional fire in their face.

It's a book my therapist wrote.

Oh, that's weird.

Why are you reading it?

Because I'm broken too.

I think everybody is.

Dr. Busan says I have to confront my demons

in order to leave them behind,

but I think that there are some wounds that never heal

and some pain that never goes away.

And that's just the way it is.

So we're just gonna be sad forever.

Most likely.

Hey, look, I'm supposed to go to this party tonight,

but I think I'm gonna just go

get something to eat real quick.

You want to come with me?

Uh...

Like, maybe we not even depressed.

Maybe we just hungry.

♪ Well, I moved out here on the i-10 ♪

♪ with a couple of beers and a couple of friends ♪

♪ today ♪

♪ and I went walking down Santa Monica ♪

♪ without my harmonica ♪

♪ today ♪

♪ and every time I see your face ♪

♪ I say ♪

♪ this is the city of angels ♪

♪ and I'm really glad I came ♪

♪ you've got such a gorgeous smile ♪

♪ it makes me want to stay on this bus for a while ♪

♪ today ♪

♪ and the only thing that I want to say ♪

♪ is that I love all the people living in la ♪

♪ today ♪

♪ and every time I see your face ♪

♪ I say ♪

♪

♪ this is the city of angels ♪

♪ and I'm really glad we came ♪

♪

♪ this is the city of angels ♪

♪ and I'm so glad we came ♪

Next stop is pershing square.

Home is in the hearts of those who welcome me,

in the cushions of their couches.

Home is in memory,

hand-me-down sneakers kissing the asphalt,

the beam of the streetlights.

Home is everything I miss,

my baby brother's hugs, a bed

before I was kept away from both of them.

Home is in distance and the feelings I've found

to bridge back the association, in gold nail Polish

and the burger joint that tasted like my mother's cooking

before she cut me from her bloodline and the dinner table.

Home is the morning I left,

when I clipped the streetlights to the soles of my shoes

and strolled against the skyline

taking its first breaths.

Home is the thrifted clothes I use to cover the marks

given after birth,

on my arm from my mother,

my back from my sister, my collarbone, my father.

Home is all the things I could carry,

everything I couldn't,

for even the memories were too heavy,

all my art, Christmas letters, awards, baby pictures,

all the places I can no longer visit.

Home is in the silence of my friends

asking if I'm okay.

Home is the traits

that would not claim me on its front doors

unless no one was around to hear it.

My switch, the bend of my wrist,

all dismissed at the doorstep.

Home. To love.

To lose.

To lose love for loving wrong. Home.

Where not a cop or god was present.

Where I called for both,

and neither one answered.

♪ You see something you like? ♪

- 60 what? - 60 burgers.

30 chicken, 30 beef.

All large combos. But I need it in 15.

My lady, let's be real. This gon' take a while.

Okay, okay, I understand that.

But I got 40 guests coming. Come on, now.

- Yo, Gordon. - Yeah?

Hey, look, you just been promoted to cashier, my man.

- Cashier? - Yeah, look,

I need you to handle the register,

and i'ma take care of this lady's burgers.

All right. Am I gonna get a raise?

Depends on your performance.

All right, shit, let me get the trash

and I'll be right back.

My man. Look, I need 60 burgers.

30 chicken, 30 cow. Coming up.

Hey, what the fuck you doing?

Hey, hold up, hold up, hold up.

City of Jason?

- Hi. - Hi.

Welcome to smiley's. What can I get for you?

I actually don't know what I want.

Okay, well, we have a pretty big menu.

Excuse me. Hi. Yeah, my kid didn't get his dessert.

Okay, yeah, just one second, okay?

- I'm so sorry. - What do you recommend?

- You know...- - Hey, hey.

Hey, what's the passcode to the bathroom?

Oh, just one second. Oh, right.

It's 1157.

The burgers here are pretty good.

You can get one of those.

Clearly, it's a burger restaurant,

but I was wondering if you had any favorites.

Yeah, so he had a strawberry ice cream.

A strawberry ice cream!

- Dude, the machine is broken. - Machine's broken?

Yeah.

Hello! Can you hurry up?

Can I offer you a strawberry pie instead?

No, you can get me a strawberry ice cream.

Are you taking a shower in there or what?

Hello! Do you hear me?

So did you figure out what you wanted, or...

Excuse me, dumb-ass, you got my order wrong.

- I'm sorry? - Don't be sorry.

Fix the damn order.

This is number 94, and I'm number 95.

I'll take that. Thank you so much.

Number 94, please.

- I'm 94. - Yeah, this one's yours.

I gave it to the wrong dude. My bad.

I don't want this shit if he already touched it.

What the fuck that supposed to mean, man?

- Look at your dirty ass. - Can I speak to a manager?

- My bad. Yeah, manager? - I'm busy, man.

He's busy.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

There is shit in the trash can.

- Shit in the... - Shit in the trash can.

Can you please go clean it up immediately?

Yes, I'll get the busboy right on it.

One second, sir. Just one second.

Hello. Hello. There is shit in your bathroom.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. - Go clean that shit up.

- Can you speak English? - Bro.

Okay, yeah. Okay, you're next.

You're number 95, okay? Just don't worry about it.

Hi, so what can I get you?

Can I get a veggie burger?

I'm sorry, we don't have those.

It's not up there.

Well, what do you do for people that don't eat meat?

We just fucking tell them to leave or go fuck themselves.

Jeez.

You a nasty nigga, man.

Okay, okay. I got 30 down, 30 to go.

- Okay, these look good. - Wait a minute.

Where is she?

Where the hell is the lady that I made 30 burgers for?

- I think she just left. - Oh, man.

Gordon, you got promoted to manager at smiley's, dawg.

- Manager? What the fuck? - Yeah.

Where the fuck are you going?

Man, I'm quitting this fucked-up job, dawg.

Man, I'm going to my boy Julio's barbecue.

Julio? Well, am I gonna get a raise?

You better ask the manager.

I heard he all right.

Where my food at?

- I'm sorry. - Where my food at?

94 is coming up. We have another 30 burgers...

Hello, can you please inspect the bathroom?

All right, I am the manager!

Everybody shut the fuck up!

Okay, I've had it!

I'm done!

Racist lady, dude with the baby, you've won,

because I've had it!

I see your faces every fucking day.

I bet you don't even know my real name.

It's yiv-tun hung, for those of you who care.

Can tell you don't by the tip jar there.

By your rude ass tone, sir. Working for cheap.

I finally get what wu-tang

meant when they said "c.R.E.A.M.":

Cash ruins everything around me.

Can't really ever allow myself to be happy,

because if I'm happy, my parents are hungry.

If my parents are hungry, then I can't be happy.

So I stay stuck in this cycle of making minimum wage,

when I graduated top of my class, 4.0 gpa.

And I can hear what you're thinking.

It's 'cause I was raised the Asian way.

But you're fucking dead wrong.

It's 'cause I studied instead of sleeping.

My parents' palms, they kept on bleeding,

just so I could keep on eating,

and I still ended here, cleaning.

I've had it.

I've had it with smelling like shit

and pickles and grease and shit.

Actual... who the fuck takes a shit in a trash can?

So you know what?

Why don't you scrub the walls?

And you can help her take the shit out of the trash can.

And you know what? Fuck it.

Who wants these 30 burgers?

Who wants these 30 motherfucking burgers, huh?

So is this place still called smiley's?

You know what?

Yes, it is.

Please tell me that y'all still...

Can I get a motherfucking cheeseburger?

Yes, you can.

You can have a motherfucking cheeseburger.

There you go.

Damn!

Shit!

Never caught anything in my life.

Kobe who?

All right, you know what?

As the new manager of smiley's, I decree today

to be everyone gets a free burger day.

Come get some.

Hell yeah!

Oh, man.

My lord.

It's a crazy world out there, bro.

I'm saying.

What's going on in here?

- It's happy hour at smiley's. - Okay.

Wait a minute. Are you anewbyss and rah?

Holy shit, what are you doing here?

- You're famous. - Look, man.

Fame is not all it is cracked up to be.

And if anyone tells you different, they lying.

Nah, nah, nah, but like, you're dope.

Your music, your story, it means something.

And you ride a fucking limo, man.

Yeah, but about those burgers, though.

All right, how about this?

You get one. You get one too.

- Thanks. - My man.

You guys mind if we sit with you?

- Oh... - Hmm.

See, now this, this is real.

This reminds me of home, of being grounded.

- Takes me back to venice. - Yeah.

I'm saying, I miss this.

Just everything being simple.

Hey, what are y'all getting into tonight?

I mean, I still gotta close this place up, I guess.

Actually, no, fuck this place.

Yeah, fuck this place, I'm gonna go out tonight.

You know, take the limo.

You want me to take that thing.

Yeah. There's a driver in there.

Just tell him where you want to go, and he'll get you there.

- You're gonna stay here? Why? - Yeah.

Maybe lay low for a little bit

and take a break from the music.

Who knows?

Might even open up a burger joint.

So you gonna wait around all day or what?

How many does that shit fit? Damn.

Mm, like, 10, 12.

We can... we can work with that.

All right, well, you two are, like,

the only ones here who haven't yelled at me,

so y'all are definitely invited if you want to come.

You, my man, are dope as shit, so you're coming through too.

You, you're a fucking asshole.

- Fuck you. - What?

Hey, yo, and Oscar,

you still owe me $100, so fuck you.

All right, let's boogie.

Oh, shit.

Damn, I could get used to this.

Jason, Jason, Jason. You ain't gotta run, bro.

You're good.

Hey, you got plans tonight?

Nah. Why you asking?

You ever been in a limo?

Oh, shit.

- Oh, whoa! - Yo, they got the led strips.

This is amazing.

Excuse me, do y'all know what time it is?

It's, like...

Hut the door and say no more.

Please, keep your hands, feet,

and weaves inside the vehicle at all times.

Talking to you, white girl. Squirt, squirt.

♪ Take a look at me ♪

♪ Me ♪

Thank you.

You deserve it, man.

♪ Look at ♪

Damn, I wish my mom could see this.

Damn. You know what?

Amaya and bene't should be here.

Yoo-hoo, driver!

- How's it going? - It's a party.

It is, it is.

Hi.

Mama ready to turn up!

♪ Take a look at, look at ♪

Holy fucking shit.

Never imagined being in a limo before.

Seriously?

You cannot be a sad bitch in a limo.

I'm trying. I just...

Tired and humiliated.

Sucks.

I'm just... I guess I'm better at faking the funk.

Like, okay up here, not okay down here.

But nobody needs to know that.

I wasn't always like this.

The hell happened to us?

Well, an asshole happened to me.

Oh, no.

Come on, now.

You cannot give him all that power.

What am I saying?

I am such a fucking hypocrite.

Hey, driver?

Yes, my lady?

Can we turn around?

- For what? - I got somewhere I gotta go.

Where are you going?

To battle my demons.

Que-que?

- Hi. - What are you doing here?

I haven't seen you in...

Yeah, I know.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Cyrus, who's that?

Um...

Actually, I'm not fine.

Actually, I've been going to therapy for years.

My therapist says that I need to speak up

and say the things that I feel.

And... well...

It was something in the way you walked.

Something about the way you talked.

It just did something to me.

I mean, you didn't quite give me butterflies.

More like fireflies.

Because every time you smiled, I lit up.

Until the day I told you I liked you.

I just wanted to know if you liked me too.

I just wanted to know

if you were feeling what I was feeling inside.

But instead,

you thought it was a good day to make me cry,

so you replied I must be stupid or out of my mind.

Maybe if I lost a little weight,

then we could date, but maybe not,

because I still can't change my face.

You said I'll always look like this,

and I'm not exactly model status.

I said you told me you'd be there through any weather,

and now it's pouring and storming,

and you just ran off with my umbrella.

You said I must have fell and bumped my head.

You said I must be dreaming.

But it felt more... More like a nightmare.

And I wasn't scared, just more hurt than anything.

You said it might be better if I died...

If I died

and came back reincarnated

as a beauty queen, 'cause right now,

I'm not doing too good with this beauty thing.

So I said I prayed and wished that I was made of lead,

so I can erase and start over, like you said.

But I'm not. So instead, I tried being dead.

You were the reason for my third suicidal attempt,

and an attempt to come back different.

But I'm already different.

So to come back different from being different

would mean to come back the same,

and I said it's strange.

I heard people say everyone's different.

You said stop,

stop making excuses to be useless.

You said the only reason that people would be attracted to me

is because of my breasts,

and in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, makes sense.

I mean, people have actually asked me my bra size

before they ask me my name.

So I said I'm gonna start wearing hoodies

to test this theory, to see, if you can't see my chest,

how many people would come near me?

You said you'd be willing to bet

your whole life savings on zero.

You said, "how many people do you know"

"that want to be seen holding hands with the likes of you?

Zero."

I had a reply in the back of my mind,

but I stayed silent,

and the look I gave you was just so violent.

You didn't know it, but I was trying to think of ways

that I could kill you and get away with it.

I wondered if I dipped your face in acid,

how many of my pretty-face, hot-body friends

would want to date you then.

I wanted to beat you to where your own mother

wouldn't be able to identify you.

I wanted to show you what it felt like to be zero,

like you said, "how many people do you know

"that want to be seen holding hands with you then?

I would be willing to bet zero."

But killing you or disorienting your face

seemed like a harsh way to go,

so instead, I said I understand.

You are not, nor will you ever,

be a real man,

and you're scared that you can't handle me,

so you talk down on me,

and you knew the extra pounds on me wasn't fat,

it was love, and you could never

measure up to what I deserve.

So I'll spit acid rain in the form of words

to mess up your facial expressions

and teach you a lesson.

Like I said, I'm different,

and the more I try to change, the more I remain the same.

So you can front like I'm not everything you need and want,

but when the money is gone, and so are the girls,

don't try to come creeping back into my world,

hiding behind bushes like I can't see your shadow,

'cause baby, I like to go deep sea diving,

and you're just a little too shallow.

Yeah.

- Marquesha. - One second.

Oh, yeah!

- Let's go! - Whoo!

Marquesha, you know, that was amazing.

Yeah. It really was.

Dr. Busan was right.

Can we just stay out a little longer?

People, this was only a detour.

Just wait till you see where we're headed next.

Okay, now you can come out.

- Okay. - And hop up.

Hop up? Okay.

Oh, shit.

- You ready? - I'm ready.

- All right. - Oh, my god.

Where are y'all going?

Wow. Dude.

Sick.

Oh, my god.

Oh, he means on top of the limo.

Whoa.

Thank you. Thank you.

You can see, like, everything from up here.

Thank you. Wow.

- Yes. - Look at those stars.

Wow. Oh, my gosh.

- You can see everything. - I love this.

Wow. It's beautiful.

Yeah.

Where are we going after this?

Home?

Nah. I'm good right here.

So yeah. Where we headed?

- Bed. - I'm going home.

- Bed is great. - I'm content.

Well, I think I'm headed towards the clouds.

Yeah, I'm headed towards the clouds.

I got a pocket full of dreams,

and no one's holding me down.

I've been looking at the sky,

wondering why we don't know how to fly yet.

Spread your wings.

Your fingertips are feathers,

and your breath is the wind, so fly.

Fly like the ground is on fire...

And the air is water.

The sky is getting higher,

but the world is getting smaller.

'Cause you are more powerful than time.

The hands of a clock have no fingers,

so they do not have feathers, so they do not fly.

Time does not fly...

Unless you throw it away.

You are more powerful than time.

Time does not breathe, does not feel pain.

It doesn't feel love.

Time doesn't exist unless you do.

You control time.

You control what you give it to

and on what you decide to waste it on.

I've spent 26 years of my life watching time spin

in circles, in circles,

I spin, addicted to A.M. and P.M.

It doesn't take days or years to change the world

or reach your goals.

It simply takes you.

Don't let time take you.

You take time.

I'm taking time talking about time

and giving my time to you.

And my time's not precious.

My time is not gold.

My time is only valuable when I give it to you.

You are my gears, spinning me in an everlasting rotation.

You are my clockwork.

Everything.

You are my sunsets and sunrises,

showing me the time without even using numbers

like...

Your smile has two points,

so I know it must be 2:00.

I wish it was 2:00 everywhere and every day,

so even when the sun comes down,

your smile will become sunrays.

I'm headed towards the clouds, y'all.

I'm headed towards the clouds.

I got a pocket full of dreams.

No one's holding me down.

I understand you've been

searching for an answer to your pain,

but that pain doesn't have an answer.

It's more so a remedy called love,

and this love is held hostage in a home

you stopped spending time with called your heart.

Love is an art only learned by the lessons of pain.

Pain means you're learning,

love means you're teaching,

time is your servant, and giving is receiving.

I give you my pain. I give you my love.

I give you my time.

And all I ask of you all in return is to fly.

And I'll see you in the clouds someday.

I'll see you in the clouds.

Y'all, I got a pocket full of dreams...

So don't let me down.

♪ I stay ♪

♪ can I, oh ♪

♪ stay, oh, for another day? ♪

♪ 'Cause my bones grew here ♪

♪ and I like your song ♪

♪ 'cause my bones grew here, and I like where I'm from ♪

♪ I got big dreams in my mind ♪

♪ tell my mama I'm gon' make it ♪

♪ need a little more time ♪

♪ long as I stay on my grind ♪

♪ I can make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ see my name up there with the stars ♪

♪ shining bright over Hollywood ♪

♪ gonna make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money, don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money, no stops ♪

♪ I'm breakin' records I'm breakin' molds ♪

♪ I love it, I'm living better ♪

♪ a million sold, I love it ♪

♪ picture me trending when my ins was low ♪

♪ now looking back we got the greatest story ever told ♪

♪ they slept on the sound, it wasn't allowed ♪

♪ they put us down, look at us now ♪

♪ were stuck in the crowd, flipped it around ♪

♪ the talk of the town, I'm thinking about ♪

♪ now they flockin', now I'm poppin' ♪

♪ feel like everybody know me ♪

♪ I ain't do it on my own ♪

♪ so I'm shoutin' out my homey! ♪

♪ I got big dreams in my mind ♪

♪ tell my mama I'm gon' make it ♪

♪ need a little more time ♪

♪ long as I stay on my grind ♪

♪ I can make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ see my name up there with the stars ♪

♪ shining bright over Hollywood ♪

♪ gonna make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money, no stops ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ my future is my passion ♪

♪ my destiny, I'm grabbin' ♪

♪ these galaxies I'm trackin' ♪

♪ these prophets did me crookedly ♪

♪ now I'm a prophet, look at me ♪

♪ this rags to riches mystery is going down in history ♪

♪ I'm the next up

♪ it won't be abrupt ♪

♪ I don't give no fucks ♪

♪ this beat is what's up ♪

♪ it's about time to see what's inside you ♪

♪ you not for the ride, get left to the side ♪

♪ you not for the flow, get washed with the tide ♪

♪ I got big dreams in my mind ♪

♪ tell my mama I'm gon' make it ♪

♪ need a little more time ♪

♪ long as I stay on my grind ♪

♪ I can make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ see my name up there with the stars ♪

♪ shining bright over Hollywood ♪

♪ gonna make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money, no stops ♪

♪ gotta thank my city ♪

♪ 'cause it lifts me to the sky ♪

♪ had to scrape my fingers on the clouds that float on by ♪

♪ gotta paint these pictures quick ♪

♪ 'cause the crowd won't linger long ♪

♪ gotta feel the Richter shake ♪

♪ Cali knows its quakes, and ♪

♪ I know that my family's family ♪

♪ but if you got love, you're kin too ♪

♪ been through so much that nobody can touch you ♪

♪ can hit you, but if you do ♪

♪ put your stuffing back in and we'll stitch you ♪

♪ back up, get down, act up ♪

♪ get wild ♪

♪ I got big dreams in my mind ♪

♪ tell my mama I'm gon' make it ♪

♪ need a little more time ♪

♪ long as I stay on my grind ♪

♪ I can make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ see my name up there with the stars ♪

♪ shining bright over Hollywood ♪

♪ gonna make it in Hollywood ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop ♪

♪ i'ma keep going, don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money don't stop, yeah ♪

♪ green light to the money, no stops ♪

♪ till the money no stops ♪

♪ Avocado ♪

♪ avocado ♪

♪ avocado ♪

♪ avocado ♪

♪ a... ♪

♪ Vo... ♪

♪ A-avo-o-cado ♪

♪ toast ♪