Five Star

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March 24, 2008.

A little boy was born.

Sincere Israel Najir Grant.

My son.

That's my son.

You know where I was?

Nah, not the hospital bed.

Nah, not in the waiting room.

I was locked the f*** up.

Remember getting that call.

Putting the call in,

I should say.

Had a beautiful baby boy,

and I wasn't there to greet him when

he came into the world, and, um...

It's funny.

I was released the week after.

April 1. My pop's birthday.

Came home on April Fool's Day.

Dig that.

I remember walking in,

opening the P's.

Everybody...

"Yo, Primo, Primo. Sh*t."

F*** y'all.

I want to go see my son.

Walked up the stairs.

I was nervous.

Haven't seen my daughter

in so long.

Open the door.

Everybody greeting me.

"Welcome home.

Welcome home."

"Yeah, it's nice. That-That was sweet.

Move. I want to see my son."

And I walked into the room.

There's a little baby,

about this big.

Just laying on the bed. Wrapped

up, blankets, sky blue hat on.

And, um... "That's my son."

All I kept saying was,

"That's my son."

I remember my daughter

ran in the room and...

"Daddy, Sincere."

"Sincere, Daddy."

I said, "Yes, baby."

I picked my son up.

I've never...

I can't recall

tearing so hard in my life,

even when my daughter was born.

But I teared like a baby...

because I missed the most

important part of my son's life,

and that was his coming.

And on that day, I promised

my kid... I swore to him.

I swore to my son

and I swore to my daughter.

"I'll never leave you again."

What's good, boy? Yo.

What's good, bro?

What up, yo?

Yeah. What's good, man?

Yo, what's up?

What's good, little man?

You got a nicer ball.

You got a nicer ball.

Holy sh*t.

Well, well, well.

What's good, man? What's up, man?

No pounds?

I gotta go, man.

Hold on, bro.

Why you moving so fast, man?

I gotta go, man. I gotta go.

Just chill out, bro. What's good with you?

Take it easy, man.

What's good, man?

Why you so nervous, man?

Yo. Relax, bro.

Just a few words, man. When you

gonna start moving it for me, man?

I don't want to do nothing

for you, man.

I'm good. I'm good, man.

Watch your tone, b*tch.

This nigga's a big shot.

What you mean you good, man?

Sh*t, man.

This nigga's a big shot now.

What's up, man?

Filling up your pockets?

You good? You eating?

Yo, John!

If it ain't the moneymaking RayLo.

Big Primo.

RayLo. What's good, boy?

Ain't nothing, man. Macking.

What you doing

with my young 'un?

Just saw him passing

through, chop it up with him.

- You good?

- I'm chilling.

Just about to spin off, man.

It's hot as a b*tch out here.

RayLo, make sure the numbers right.

I'm-a holla at you.

A'ight.

Where you been, man? I ain't

seen you since the funeral.

Chilling, bro. You gotta

come out more often, man.

Staying in the house. Sh*t ain't

as depressing as it looks.

Yeah, I'm stuck in the crib, man.

Well, come back out.

There's a lot more

on the streets.

I'm sorry about

your old man, though.

Yo, I appreciate that, man.

No problem, man.

Yeah, man.

Sorry about your old man.

- Y'all knew my pops?

- Yeah, yo. He was a good dude.

Mel was the best, you know what I mean?

Everybody knew your pops.

Respect. Remember that.

But I got you here now, so...

Got some kicks on. Let's see

how your ball game looking.

Bet it's better than yours.

- Check.

- You know it.

- Don't lose your breath.

- 1-zip.

Check up, b*tch.

Why you fouling for?

Don't start crying.

Why you fouling for?

Stop crying.

Why you fouling? Stop crying.

- My point.

- Your push.

My point. Now you playing

like a little man.

You're just a hacker, yo.

Come on, man. Let's play ball.

Put your f***ing hands up.

Let's play ball.

It's my ball. Catch up.

Game over! Let's go!

'Bout time.

How's your moms, man?

She's good.

How's she hanging in there?

She's living. You know.

We gonna make sure

she lives great.

You gonna make sure of that. You

gonna make sure and be the man.

Of course, man.

The man of the house.

All this nonsense out here

in the streets, J.

It ain't for you.

Real money.

What you got in mind?

Got a lot of things in mind, but

I know what I want you to do.

I mean, like...

I owe it to your pops, man.

Yo, come on, man. Don't play

me like no little kid, man.

Relax. Nobody playing you

like a kid, John.

Your pops took me in

at the same age you is,

showed me everything

I need to know.

Understand?

Respected by everybody.

Bloods, Crips,

Kings, etas, everybody.

And he was a neutral dude.

You know why?

'Cause he gave respect.

He had power,

but he never abused it.

Understand? Yeah.

He took me in, five hard.

Didn't discriminate

against me or nothing.

Taught me

everything I need to know.

I mean, this works out for you

and you comfy,

which I'm sure you will be,

bring it to the home team,

know what I mean?

Get the one-eyed willy and do

one of these a little bit.

All right? You offering

me to be Blood, man?

It's a offer, but...

Don't think you gotta do what the

rest of these dudes gotta do.

Me, I take care of that.

You ain't gotta go

buck 50 no grills.

Steal no cars or some sh*t.

Know what I mean?

I'll bless you in.

I'm a five star.

They don't question me.

Say the word right now,

I'll put it in the books.

When you walk outside tomorrow

morning, or even in the next hour,

all the f***ers

is gonna salute you.

What's a five star?

Never thought I had to explain

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