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- Malcolm... - Come on.
Malcolm, stop.
Hey, now, you know you dealing with a straight-laced young playa here, girl.
Mmm.
Mm-hmm. Yes, and I'm lovin' how you got that ass shakin' from side to side
going up these stairs too, girl.
See, now you puttin' too much on it, nigga. Chill.
I'm about to put in some work on that ass tonight.
- Shh. - Come on now,
let's put her ass to sleep before my dick stop workin'.
- Malcolm. - You know I been drinking.
What you mean? Don't tell me what to say, girl.
- Don't you tell me what to say. - I want another one of those, okay?
- That's what you want, we can do that. - Another one tonight.
- I'm with it. - Mm-hmm.
So this...
You gonna rub my little girl out, dawg?
You here to rob me?
Take whatever you want.
Just let my lady and my little boo go.
You remember me, nigga?
Hell yeah. We folks, right?
Nah.
Your Honor, there are a number of people who would like to speak
before you deliver the court's sentence.
The first is the mother of one of the victims.
Thank you.
State your name, please, spelling it out for the court reporter.
Leslie White.
L-E-S-L-I-E...
W-H...
I-T-E.
I hope you rot in hell!
Two lives gone.
And not one bit of remorse.
My granddaughter is only ten years old.
For you to murder her peoples like that...
and for what?
You took away her whole family,
ain't never even given a reason why.
That's all I want to know.
Why?
Can you answer that?
You say you knew my son-in-law,
but you won't say how.
Malcolm ain't never mentioned you to me.
My daughter was all I had left.
The joys of motherhood have been stolen away from me forever.
So if you have
any kind of justice... ...in your heart,
I beg that you don't never let this monster out of jail again!
People say they wanna know why.
But they really don't.
They want an easy answer.
If you had all day and a night
to understand your life...
where would you begin?
I see faces of fathers from back home.
They just disappear.
And now I know where the fuck they went.
That was the shit.
Teenagers who were arrested over a bag of weed...
that are now OGs.
Spent their entire lives in prison.
...drop of water and voila, bitch,
I had my rouge.
Generations of men:
brothers, uncles,
cousins.
All of us...
are part of the same story on fuckin' repeat.
It's supposed to feel different in here
than the outside.
But back home...
I just couldn't see the walls.
This yours?
Yeah. You can look at it if you want to.
Man, shut up.
Hey, yo, give me back my stuff.
Give it back, punk!
Who hit you?
Nobody.
I fell.
That's why I'm moving out the hood when I get older.
People always fight.
Nigga, you ain't moving nowhere.
Watch.
My name Jahkor.
Lamark.
Some people try to escape.
Doing everything right made Lamark feel like
he could get away from a world that
wasn't safe.
You like football?
Yeah.
Dem Raiders?
I mean, they sorry.
But it's better than nothing.
Instead of banging on the yard...
it was your neighborhood...
you fought to survive in.
What happened to you?
High school niggas.
Wanna jump one of they cousins? I know where they live at.
What they cousins do?
I'm good, TQ.
You can walk with us.
I live that way, nigga.
By the time my father was six...
his father had already been to jail nine times.
You should come to my house.
My corny sister gon' be there,
but she'll leave us alone if I tell her to.
Your family gon' be mad about your toy?
I don't know.
Niggas used to clown sayin' he was too yellow to be my old man.
But he made sure them niggas knew he was black.
Get up and take this ass-whoopin' like a man, nigga!
Move your hand, nigga! Yeah!
Don't you ever let nobody take your shit!
You understand me? Huh?
'Cause if you don't...
I'mma make you understand!
Ow!
Stop crying, boy!
Wit' your punk-ass!
Go on, bitch.
When violence is all around you...
you get used to it.
I don't see why you always gotta be beating on him like that, JD.
That ain't gon' teach him nothing.
What, you ain't stepped outside lately?
It's dog eat man out there.
If he don't learn that in here, he ain't gon' make it.
- Hey, Jahkor! - Yeah?
I hit you too hard?
No.
Now...
'Kor, this the fuckin' mark. You better knock his ass out!
So you grew up learning certain rules.
Hit first,
niggas think twice before they step to you.
If I don't know you...
don't fuckin' speak to me.
Take what you want.
Do what you want.
Get yours.
But fuck everybody else.
Run that shit, nigga.
Me and TQ...
lived by them rules.
Thought 'cause it's daytime, you was safe, nigga?
Came out yo pockets, nigga. Breathed on.
The fuck on the ground!
I don't even rob motherfuckers.
You just something to do on the way somewhere.
Next time, bring a gun with ya.
I'mma see you again, nigga. It's gonna be your turn.
- What you say to me, nigga? - Now get your ass on the ground.
- The fuck you say to me? - Get your motherfucking ass
on the ground, nigga!
Fuck you, nigga!
Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
Huh?
You ain't think your face was gon' get busted, huh? Hmm?
Opening up your motherfuckin' mouth?
Threatenin' me? I better already be dead, blood.
Got stomped out, nigga.
East Oakland, motherfucker.
Hey, Lamark.
- Lamark? - What?
How long you been back, man?
A week.
Yo, we ain't got no engineer, producer in here?
It's cheaper this way.
This shit hard, right?
Hell yeah.
- Yo, ain't you supposed to be going back? - Nah.
Just got discharged 'cause of my injury.
Still moving though.
Just waiting until I get better and out of this chair again.
You're always trying to leave, man.
Everybody that go always comes back. That's just wasted time.
That's not true.
It's a hundred percent true.
But check this out, man.
Shit.
Watch this.
All that shit.
Like this, what's here? Huh?
You don't want this?
You don't want it?
You know, on Grandmama's, I'm about to be running shit anyway.
You already know.
Gotta dip downstairs right quick.
- All right. - Hold it down.
T-Rex in the building, nigga.
A-plus professional sucka ducka.
What's good? This my nigga Malcolm, The Almighty, a.k.a. A Real One.
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