Second Coming Page #2

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cultural sense?

Beyond this useless branding

beyond the stories that keep

feeding us, the common myth

People started rapping in

the '70s what a bunch of...

Done with the talk loving New

York for impact on my heart

But let's not pretend that there

was no foundation to this art

Because...

New York pumping 100 watts

before the watts prophets,

last poets and Gil Scott

Before there was jazz

before there was blues

Before

there was cab Calloway

Before the whips and ships

and all the tragedy

You sleepin'?

You asleep?

Mark?

I'm asleep.

Asleep, asleep?

Asleep.

What you sayin'?

You making me look at your back.

Again.

How does it feel?

It's been so long

since you last let me near.

Dad, where's the remote?

Don't know.

Mum, where's the remote?

Ask your dad.

Come and go with me

let's take a long walk

around the park after dark

find a spot for us to spark

Gonna get crumbs.

He's weakening.

I ain't you.

This is the good bit.

Missed the good bit, mark.

I've seen it.

I seen it.

Dad.

Change the looping

of the breaks over

Though corporate, there's

nothing pretty about this make

Don't be crumbing up the bed.

I ain't you.

Here's the good bit.

What?

Come here.

- All right, watch.

- Don't fight over the food.

- That's right.

- Get in, get in!

I'm not the one to sit back and just let

them run me round like that, no way.

- Don't keep adding hours.

- People take liberties all the time.

I told him,

"man, they can't do that."

You all right though?

His mouth's too big, dad.

You looking after you?

Gotta speak up.

Not as much as you do,

you don't.

You need to look out for you,

'cause them high-up people, them, they

lookin' after themself, same way.

He's hungry.

Not that hungry, mum. That's

just hoggish behaviors.

Finish your firsts, Jj.

So how come Jax

can't cook like this?

Why are you makin' trouble for?

- Mum taught me all I need to know, yeah?

- Mmm.

Look like she was holdin' something back.

Jj, back me up, son.

Lose-lose either way, boy.

Don't try it.

Hey, and I see that.

Tastes sweeter from your

dad's plate, innit?

- Yes, people.

- Did you lose your keys?

Hi, auntie Sandra.

You all right, Jerome?

Mum, sit down.

You only just sat down.

You leave anythin' for me?

How's school, little man?

- Mark, you cool?

- Mmm, blessed still.

Life all right with you?

Can't complain.

Well, I could. You could.

Still got the habit.

Not as will-powered as you, sis.

Not by the food, Sandra.

How's reception?

- Great. How's welfare?

- I wouldn't know. I'm not on it.

- Neither am I.

- Anymore.

- What is it you doin' now?

- Jackie.

Don't you have no

receptionists where you work?

Or are you too high ups

to know what they do?

Sandra.

Ain't it depressin'

doin' what you do?

Deciding who gets

a little piece of what,

or you lovin'

playin' judge and jury,

deciding who gets a slice

a the state pie?

I prefer to pick up phones rather

than piss people's lives away.

Sandra. But I would.

The people all right though.

White people, innit?

Them young head ones.

She enjoyin' it.

It's only been a few weeks, mum.

That's long, for you.

Almost a career.

Hmm.

Kids.

- They're all right. Drink up.

- Dangerous.

Who'd have 'em?

Why do you have me?

You see what you start now?

Do you see what you start?

How you gonna finish that?

Well...

Did you ask me, Jj?

Not at the table.

This conversation

is not at the table!

Everything's wrong about him.

He's all right. Mum.

Look how he's treated her.

I'm not having it.

Mum, it's got nothing

to do with you.

I'm not having a daughter

of mine... Vincent!

Being treated like that

by the likes of him.

Why don't you

put it down over here?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Look. Grandma's comin'.

Grandma's comin'.

You're still fallin'

for that old trick, man.

How can it be any worse?

Vincent! Vincent!

What? Mum!

You're breathing.

You look like sh*t, Jax.

Nice. Just tryin' to...

Yeah, don't, yeah?

'Cause your "nice" is rubbish.

You know you're like a sister to me.

Where you goin'?

Bernie, what you doin'?

F*** bein' late. F*** them.

Bernie.

Them work people's

too inna-inna anyway.

Oh. Prisoner.

Great.

You're makin' us late for work.

What's... Drive the car, b.

Nah, Jax, it's like...

It should be me vexed, Jackie.

Right.

What you tell me for, if you

don't wanna talk about it?

You should be vexed? Draggin'

up my sh*t for no good reason.

No good reason?

I was askin' you...

Do you even know what you wanna do?

I never drag up nothin'...

I was askin' you... even if

you know what you wanna do?

I wasn't draggin' up nothin'.

'Cause otherwise, I'd rather that

I never did know. Drive the car.

From when you did seem so sure.

You said I got time.

I still got time. Though now

it look like you're stallin'.

You should know about leavin' it

till the last minute and stallin'.

You should know all about that.

Don't wanna talk about it,

I'll back my sh*t off, but I

know how hard Jj was to come by.

Don't. And for you

that lost f***in'...

Don't, yeah? Three...

four.

Before him to get him,

I can't not say nothin'.

I done tryin' to be nice,

all tip-toeing around this sh*t.

It don't make no sense, what you're

thinkin' about this one. Start the car.

Look, I'm not tryin'...

Start the car.

And it's for you... i swear to god,

Bernie, I'll drive it my f***in' self.

But if you wanna do what you

wanna do, I'm with you still.

That's for you and with mark and

that, but if you're not sure...

This make no f***in' sense.

- Unless it's not mark's.

- F*** you.

Then what's the problem?

Jackie?

F*** you.

You never...

You f***in' know me, yeah?

Then it no make

no f***in' sense, Jax.

Jackie!

What?

Then either he f***ed you when you

were sleepin', or you goin' nuts.

Start the car.

Or you ain't pregnant.

Or you lyin'.

You don't know nothin'.

Then tell me.

You don't know nothin'.

- Well, then tell me.

- You don't know nothing.

Then tell me.

F***, girl, tell me somethin'.

Just copy them down,

everyone, okay?

And then

I'll explain afterwards.

Careful, Lauryn.

Gently.

Hold on.

Careful.

I gotta go home, Jj.

Jerome.

Jerome.

Jj!

Jerome, what you got? Nothing.

It's sick. What's sick?

This some school thing?

Let me see.

- You'll scare it.

- Scare what?

- Don't scare it.

- Make me see it.

It's nothing.

Out of the house. Mum.

Nah, nah, nah. It's a outside creature,

so take it back where it belong.

I don't want no sick somethin' all

up in my house. You're scaring it.

What part of dirty bird

belong in here?

You'll be broken, boy,

if you don't get that...

Take it and the box it's dyin'

in outta... Lauryn broke it.

Out me kitchen. You mad? Move.

Boy, done lost the last bit

of sense he got given.

Hmm?

He can stay out there all night,

far as I'm concerned.

You know what he's like.

That half-dead thing

ain't coming in here.

He's gonna stay out there all night.

Good.

He's stubborn.

He's ignorant. Mmm! He's

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