So me and my family were having a gathering at my crib and we were eating dinner and sh1t. I started bragging about my Kendrick CDs, Vinyls and the apparel I own. However as I was speaking my family seemed to lose interest in what I had to say after I went out the room to bring in my collection. When I was about to walk back in I heard my uncle ask my parents if I'm mentally alright (haha get it?) which made my BLOOD boil. DAMN... how could he say that sh1t. I strolled in like nothing happened though, I sat down holding my Kendrick vinyl collection, I told everyone how money does actually grow on trees if you try hard enough, while flexing my limited edition merchandise. Ok, I know what you're flipping thinking rn. Yep, I may have been a bit of a goofball but come on! My uncle fricking peed me off... Furthermore, I put my vinyl away and started eating, however my momma couldn't help herself and told me to be more humble while discussing such topics. I froze. My stomach fired pellets of air within itself and my eyes widened. Humble? I said. My family looked at me confused, what's so special about the word after all? Well I showed them what is...

"Humble, like Kendrick Lamar?" I questioned. My mother looked at me, the black spot of tiredness painted under her eyes, the red veins trying to remain hidden within the lively whiteness. She started bursting into tears. I didn't know what I did wrong? I'm just showing respect for my GOAT! After this my dad stood up and screamed at me to get out, however I stood my ground. I started freestyling, my bars bounced briskly the room setting ablaze, my family stunned and my dad's face turning red like the red brick wall on the cover of DAMN. My auntie stood up and said she was taking the dishes away, albeit I continued dancing just to prove the high power of Kendrick Lamar. What happened next destroyed everything...

While my auntie was on the move she bumped into me, dishes cascaded like an avalanche of multicoloured madness. Broccoli, pulled pork, sauces and alcohol, all on me. The whiteness of my DAMN tour shirt now stained with streaks of crimson wine. The shirt's pearl white crushed, I finally understood my mother. My auntie's apologies were muted, my ears rang. My dad's furious shouts were muted, my ears rang. My mother's eyes crossed mine... "You've got to go"

As she referenced the lyric from "u", I couldn't help but find an understanding. Maybe I took it too far. I packed all my Kendrick merch and all my equipment that I need to listen to music, it really was the end huh. I looked in the mirror (lol) and looked at myself, it's time for a new start. I followed the heart, my heart.

I'm moving to Compton.