The aim is to make a piece that is visually pleasing as well as being mentally stimulating. I want to steer away from the stereotype that most young black drug dealers in inner city are not academically gifted. Our story is different, we don’t have a single mother family, we have a single father family, what I am trying to do is show more of reality than just the common stereotype.
Our protagonist is very very smart, he is a natural thinker and being the eldest of 3 siblings he is able to deal with situations effectively.
This film will try and capture some of the hype created by the drama Top Boy about inner city London life. Being a inner city Londoner and growing up and living through the life made me realise that Top Boy did not feel natural.
Inner City boy I have seen and lived what I want to recreate. There is no one better than me to tell this story.
I want to show the harsh reality of London and the social issues in part of inner city London. Cold blooded murder is a common site and the relation between drugs and murders have always been common talk around deaths of many young local boys to name a few David Essiet and Ronnie Khan. Being a
Whilst growing up alot of young people including my self listened to very explicit music which gave us reality in the “ends” and it was something we could relate to
(READ THE LYRICS BELOW) This song is a very prime example of power in the words coming from the artist. This is the sort of power i want to create with this piece. i want all the young people to be able to relate and feel emotionally touched. The first verse is very emotional and touches me deeply as i recently lost a very close friend someone id like to call a brother, who gives me inspiration. One part of this song represents me well “The real shit that I layed down shows my ends rep, The deep shit that I write down shows my pen’s depth,” these lines represent me personally, I left the ends to come university in Coventry but the work I make shows that my DNA is still South London.
****LYRICS PLEASE READ WHILE LISTENING TO UNDERSTAND THE NARRATIVE.***
Looking at my troubled life,
Thinking if the grass looks greener on the other side,
And God knows that my mother tried,
With me, myself Hollowman, and my brother grind,
Thinking about the gutter times,
Peanut butter, jam, one bread and a butter knife,
It’s no fucking lie,
I lost Big Lee and it felt like my brother died,
Some woulds say I’m a lucky guy,
I’m 26, they thought I wouldn’t make it to 25,
And I know niggas hate I’m a heavy guy,
But if they wanna snake me I’ll take it to any height,
Take me on any ride,
Got a full clip, there’s no space in my semi nine,
And I’m impatient and very high,
Puttin’ ‘em to sleep motherfuckers say your beddy-byes,
And I’m racing to better my life (yeah, yeah),
Fam I set a time,
I ain’t talkin about the bass with the treble type,
Fam I’m talkin about the base that you pebble [? ] grind,
God don’t forsake me for getting mine,
Cause I know I’m doing great in the devil’s eyes,
This is blatently petty crime,
Throw me down a contract let me get inside.
I’m caught up with the fat black hammers out,
(Where?) Pecknarm, black bandana town,
Slap that banger round,
Clap that faggot down.
The pain in my head says,
That my life’s messed, I ain’t far from my death bed,
[? ] as I lay down on my bed spread,
Pested by my lifestyle and my friends deaths,
Fed’s locked everyone down, got no friends left,
[? ] and had a breakdown from your [? ] stretch,
My ends said nigga slow down, but my head’s stressed,
I said yes, nigga slow now, need my head checked,
Check back to the playground, only ten then,
Ten years later spraying rounds on your ends’ set,
The real shit that I layed down shows my ends rep,
The deep shit that I write down shows my pen’s depth,
Wanna take it to the next step,
I’m a street-sweeper, get your end’s swept,
Feds dressed in their plain clothes on my set rest,
The next step’s to get some info where the tec’s kept,
My best bet is to lay low, so I rested,
My head’s wrecked cause the hydro got molested,
Promoters’ on the feds dick,
When they ban me from the show, they’re against it,
But I sensed it,
Fuckers show the roads where my strength is,
Made a new flow and I went sick,
Nigga fuck the five-0 little bent pricks,
Bunch of fucking homo’s and your stench whiffs,
And the haters rollin’ round in their rent whips,
All upon me and I send six [? ],
You won’t see me on some bent shit,
Niggas know I’m straight ‘Narm when my strength kicks,
And my ends is coming out of every other end’s lips,
And in every mouth like a dentist.
This next song is also a influence to the narrative structure of my story. This song tells a story that is all to familiar in parts of South London.
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This song allows me to visualise parts of the film that are yet to be scripted.
This film is a prime example of how the language sounds natural, one of the young actors Simon is my old neighbour and he grew up with my little brother. I will also be asking him to get involved he will be scripted in if he wants to be involved.