:11:00
He's stealin' from me.
:11:02
Layin' back in the cut, passin'
some baggies and rakin' in the dough.
:11:06
Nice indoors work, huh, Darryl?.
Clean, safe.
:11:10
You got this clown
in there sellin' ounces?
:11:13
Why him? What's up with me?
:11:14
Cos you like my son, man.
:11:18
Strike, my son.
:11:20
If I'm so much your son, why my black
ass always on them benches?
:11:23
I need you to be
where I need you to be.
:11:26
Had this dream last night.
:11:29
I'm standin' in the desert
with all my kids.
:11:32
My for-real kids,
my kids from the store.
:11:35
They's all laid out in front
of me like they's my army.
:11:40
God comes up, points at you.
:11:43
Tells me, "This one right here is
gonna be your sword and your staff."
:11:50
God, man. God said that.
:11:52
He pointed right at you.
:11:55
Darryl Adams wasn't even in
the motherfuckin' dream,
:11:58
cos that boy's a thief,
and he got to be got.
:12:01
- "Got"?
- Got.
:12:05
(Strike ) Can't you get Errol
for that shit, man?
:12:08
You know Errol
gave hisself the Big "A".
:12:11
The virus.
:12:14
My man messed around
and took that "A" train.
:12:18
Anyway, can you see Errol in there,
:12:20
sellin' whale on a bun
and ounces and fries?
:12:26
Nah.
:12:28
Strike, you really want
to get off the benches?
:12:33
You deal with it...
:12:36
for me.
:12:49
(Sighs)