Love Beats Rhymes Page #7

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For real?

For real.

Right? That's crazy, right?

So you back, right?

You back in the group.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

All right.

The only thing is...

He didn't accept

your solo track.

He said it was too

different, too slow.

It didn't fit.

Do you agree with him?

Fellas do.

We gotta stick

to who we are, co.

Si's finest, right?

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah?

All right.

Let's just go out

there and kill it then.

That's what I'm talking about.

Let's go kill it.

Coco! Coco! Coco!

Shut up. Stupid.

I have one question.

Did you really fail my class

as a way to punish me?

Because I thought

you were smarter than that.

I expected so much

more from you, coco.

Today, I emerge as a writer.

What angels dare to dream.

Every day tears fall from

my eyes is a day I survive.

Conquering the crumbling

mountains of self-doubt.

I am no longer a dream deferred.

My growth is inevitable.

Who I am requires you

to see past your ego.

And see me.

You can't grade me

like a piece of meat.

I am the embodiment

of verses and stanzas.

Of freedom fighters and poetry slams.

We are no different.

If you examine the diameter of

hip-hop's slang and grammar,

you'll find that it is very

similar to the iambic pentameter.

But you're so ignorant.

Rappers are poets.

And poets are rappers.

Only academics are

too afraid to admit it.

And despite what you think,

I did learn one thing.

That the truth is inevitable.

Oh. And yeah,

it doesn't have to rhyme.

For what it's worth,

Derek came into my office

to tell me that it was over.

I was the one hanging on.

He dropped out of

the master's program today.

He had one week left.

He said that he didn't want

to earn his degree this way.

I guess I was wrong then.

He did love you back.

That's poetry.

You ready for tonight?

Yeah. I just have to go pick

up my jacket at Malik's.

Okay now. Don't get nervous and

start talking too fast, all right?

Like you do when you get

nervous, you talk fast.

See, you got this.

You are so great at it.

For you, baby,

this is like breathing

so don't put any extra pressure

on yourself, all right?

Are you okay, mom?

Lord, I'm a wreck.

I just want you to know that no

matter what happens tonight,

baby, I am so proud of you.

Thanks, mom.

Just want you to

know that I'm going to

finish my semester

and get my accounting degree.

I've still got plan b in the works.

I haven't forgotten about it.

To hell with plan b.

Tonight, I want you to go out

there and make plan a happen.

I wanna thank

everyone for supporting

slam poetry and

the 5 boros team.

Tonight, we're selecting

four people.

These are the best

of New York City.

Coco. Hey, coco.

Hey, Naveen.

Thanks so much for

letting us do this.

No, I can't wait to

see your solo song tonight.

We're not performing the solo song.

Wait, what?

Malik and reasons and Matt

said that you guys

didn't like the solo song,

so we're just not gonna do it.

That's the only song

that Richard and I even liked.

We were willing to

tolerate the other songs,

but I was very clear with Malik

and the boys about this.

I need you, okay?

Okay.

Co...

F***ing liar.

No one gives

a damn about Naveen,

what he thinks or

what Richard thinks.

I think they're

wrong since day one.

They been wrong the whole time.

You all knew about this.

Your songs just

don't fit, all right?

They're not who we are.

And you a part of us.

You really think

rough street records

is gonna give us

a second chance?

Look, they're just trying

to make money off us.

They charging $20,

$30 to get in here.

And we ain't even getting paid.

We're gonna go out there and

we're gonna make so much noise,

all of them, everybody gonna

be wanting to sign us.

All right,

and gonna do it our way.

Si's finest way.

From the beginning.

Let's do this.

Don't f***ing touch me.

Come on.

Co...

You okay?

What up, yo?

How y'all doing?

And we can't forget the female

of the group. Beautiful.

Coco!

This is a coco Ford song that

you almost didn't hear tonight.

Coming to you

from across the waters.

All the way from

London, England.

You all make some noise.

For Derek Morris.

Thank you.

She does to me

what winter does to the trees.

She strips me bare,

naked and empty.

I laugh to myself, because...

I can't sing, it's just...

She makes me want

to try and harmonize.

Like...

Like I've got no worries

bothering me tomorrow.

Like I've got no dirty clothes

hamper full of yesterdays...

Stinking up what

future is left in me.

But I...

I really ain't no Saint.

Never felt love's true bliss.

A disciple of my father, I learned

to love with clenched fists.

I learned to love like

reading braille on skin.

Tracing the insecurities

of women

through the palms

of their hands.

But with her...

It was different.

See, she was in every

single word I wrote.

She walked a poet's refrain.

Spoke a sweet soliloquy.

But I recognize the lack

of trust in my own heart.

Because only a fool won't

accept the nourishment

that's right before their eyes.

Instead he will starve.

I look at her and

every time she smiles,

it reminds me of everything

I stole from myself.

Every joy...

Every joy I never had

the courage to taste.

As you learn to

love yourself better...

Teach me.

As you learn to forgive

yourself for failing...

Teach me.

As you learn to accept

strength and vulnerability...

Teach me.

Some days I miss

the burn of a love lost.

Or maybe...

Just maybe.

I never found true love.

Until right now.

I love you, coco.

Like, I loved you.

Derek Morris.

Welcome to the 5 boros team.

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