[Poem: Kendrick Lamar]

Until I came home

But that didn't stop survivors guilt

Going back and forth

Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned

Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was

But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war

Back in the city

I was entering a new one

[Rashiki]

DAYSTAR! Daystar!

I know you hear me calling you!

DAYSTAR!

Open this door, you know what

I-I-I’m done, I’m done

I’m so sick of your disrespect

I-I-I Don’t know what the fuck to do

I-I-I-I’m tired

You don’t cook, you don’t clean, you don’t do shit

All i ask you to do was go get a job

You won’t even go get a job

But you wanna find yourself in the streets hustling

Thinking that shit is gonna pay off

It ain’t gonna pay off

It does not last

Your gonna find yourself dead

Really-oh okay

You mean to tell me

You think that street life is gonna pay off for you?

Boy pleasе!

I’m just waiting to get the phone call for thеm to tell me

To come down and identify your body

It ain’t gon’ last

And this music stuff

NIGGA GO get a JOB!

That’s what you need

You need a JOB

I’m done

I’m sorry you lost your mom but i can’t take this shit no more

I want you to get your shit and get THE FUCK OUT

I’m done with your ass

Get your shit, get the FUCK OUT!

I’m done, GET THE FUCK OUT!