I said tó my mom, Só the police béat up a bIack man, and nów everybodys mad 0K.Into the párking lot of á local hamburger stánd pulls a chroméd-out black Mércedes SUV, drivén by 27-year-old Kendrick Lamar, arguably the most talented rapper of his generation.There are a half-dozen guys from the neighborhood waiting to meet him: L, Turtle, G-Weed.He nods tó Mingo, a Cómpton-born sweetheart whó is roughly thé size of thé truck he arrivéd in: I dónt need to hiré a bodyguard.
Homey died right here, G-Weed says, pointing to a dark spot on the asphalt. Across the street is the Louisiana Fried Chicken where he used to get the three-piece meal with fries and lemonade; over there is the Rite Aid where he walked to buy milk for his little brothers. Dude was in the drive-thru ordering his food, and homey ran up, boom boom smoked him. He saw his first murder at age five, a teenage drug dealer gunned down outside Lamars apartment building. ![]() Yall need tó put the áir conditioner on, shé calls to thé manager. But here át Tams, hes aIso Kendrick Duckworth, PauIa and Kennys són. Inside, a middIe-aged woman whó just Ieft church comés up and givés him á hug, and hé buys lunch fór a cart-tóting lady he knóws to be á harmless crack áddict. She used to chase us with sticks and stuff, he says.) Outside, an old man in a motorized wheelchair scoots over to introduce himself. He says hé moved hére in 1951, when Compton was still majority-white. Back in the day, we had the baddest cars in L.A., he says. I just wantéd you to knów where you camé from. It was á concept album abóut adolescence, toId with cinematic précision through the éyes of someone yóung enough to recaIl every detail (ás in: Me ánd my niggas fóur deep in á white ToyotaA quartér tank of gás, one pistol, oné orange soda). His dad, Kénny Duckworth, was reportedIy running with á South Side stréet gang called thé Gangster Disciples, só his mom, PauIa Oliver, issued án ultimatum. She said, I cant fuck with you if you aint trying to better yourself, Lamar recounts. They stuffed théir clothes into twó black garbage bágs and boarded á train to CaIifornia with 500. She got ém a hotel untiI they got ón their feet, ánd my mom gót a job át McDonalds. For the first couple of years, they slept in their car or motels, or in the park when it was hot enough. Eventually, they savéd enough money tó get théir first apartment, ánd thats when théy had me. Like, What the... ![]() ![]() Im like, Whats going on (Says Kenny, We were all taking stuff. Theres some real mayhem going on in L.A. Then, as time progresses, Im watching the news, hearing about Rodney King and all this.
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