How It All Started

FEMALE MEDIC: I think we’re losing him. We’re losing him!
TARIQ: Damn… I only need five more minutes sleep
MOM: Boy, you better get yo ass up and go to work! I told you ‘bout hanging out
late with that «studio» shit when you know you got to go to work in the morning.
You better start focusing on getting yo shit straight
TARIQ: Yeah, ma
MOM: Tryna get yourself a promotion and stop that bullshittin' with yo broke
ass. It’s not all about pimps and chickenheads
TARIQ: Yo, shut up
MOM: Better go out there and start politickin'!
TARIQ: Aight, aight, ma! Yo, chill! You know you talkin' a whole lot ‘bout what
you don’t even understand!
MOM: If you were smart, you’d be more like Tru! Now that’s a nice young man!
TARIQ: Oh, my God…
MOM: Got a job and working his way up and all. What the dealio?
TARIQ: What, I ain’t working?
MOM: You better get that ass up now!
TARIQ: Pssh…
MOM: Tariq, I ain’t playing with you! At all!
TARIQ:
MOM: Don’t forget to pick up your sister from LaMeesha’s house tonight.
She’s getting her weave tightened, and I don’t want her walking back here at
night by herself. You hear me, boy?
TARIQ: She’ll be good!
MOM: Tariq? Tariq!
TARIQ: Tsk, whatever
MOM: Boy, get yo ass up!
TARIQ: AHHHHH!