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A tale of an inner city drug dealer who turns away from crime to pursue his passion, rap music.
Marcus: Come on, say that again, come on get in the car Bama: Its like when I'm right I'm right, when I'm wrong I could been right, so I'm still right cause I coulda been wrong, you know, and I'm sorry cause I could be wrong right now, I could be wrong, but if I'm right...
Marcus: Crack meant money, money meant power and power meant war. We shot the Columbians, the Columbians shot us.
Marcus: Rule number five... Show no love. Love will get you killed.
Charlene: Men hide their emotions. You bury yours, Marcus
Marcus: I told you don't shoot no body, and the first thing you do when we walk in this motherfucker is shoot somebody! Bama: Cause that's what I do, I kill motherfuckers! You know that.
Marcus: I'm a gangsta grandpa and I'm proud of it.
Marcus: I'm telling you, I'm big in the hood right now, I don't even remember my name. They callin' me handsome!
Marcus: My voice sounds different. Charlene: It's better. It's got more pain in it.
Charlene: So what is it that you do? Marcus: I'm a gangsta. Charlene: No really what do you do? Marcus: I'm a rapper. Charlene: No Marcus, what do you really do? Marcus: I'm a gangsta rapper.
Charlene: So we have to go back? Marcus: There's just some things that need answers, I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward.
Marcus: I can only pray that people will take me seriously. My music is my heart. I can't go out like a shit house nigger. That isn't who I was raised up to be, but I fear it's who I'll become.
