“Look at Wrist” by Father ft iLoveMakonnen & Key! from The Year in Get Up Ons 2015

An interrogation room. It’s bright with harsh fluorescent lights. A man, FALRICK, sits quietly at a table, his wrist in handcuffs, the connecting chain thread through an eyelet in the middle of the table. If he’s plussed, he’s not letting it show. After a few moments, CAPTAIN SLINE enters the room. He settles in the chair about FALRICK with a heavy sigh and small groan. He does not acknowledge the prisoner at first, opening a file and reading through it instead.

With a shake of his head, he closes the file, and finally looks at FALRICK.

CAPTAIN SLINE (skeptical)

You did all this?

FALRICK kept his eye fixed to a space on the wall to the left of SLINE and several feet behind.

SLINE (sighing)

Really? The silent treatment? This is your move?

FALRICK (in a quiet but easily heard and calm tone)

I flip it for the high and get it for the low

I'm booked for all these shows

I cook for all these hoes

We turned a neighborhood kitchen into a 5 star stove

Super chef Makonnen might sprinkle serotonin

SLINE (smirks)

Very good. I’m glad to see you’re as smart as everyone said. Better to confess than drag this whole thing out. I’ll see that that’s considered come sentencing.

FALRICK (talking as though he did not hear SLINE or hasn’t been listening)

If I catch a opp

I'mma catch a opp

It ain't shit
I ain't from the Chi, this Atlantastan

SLINE (cocks his head)

No, no. This is LA. And I assure you, if you—when you go down for this, it will be a whole hill of shit. So why not stick with where you started and tell me everything.

FALRICK

Yeah, yeah, yeah look at god!

SLINE (annoyed)

Look, I’m right with MY God. Don’t you worry about that. How about you you get right with yours and tell the truth.

FALRICK

My wrists done turned so cold

My arm got runny nose

SLINE (confused)

What does this have to do with 8th Ste—

FALRICK (interrupting without any trace of excitement or interest)

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to whip a brick but I get the gist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist

SLINE (smacks the table)

Oh no! Don’t you start speaking nonsense and denying now. You were the head cook at dealer off that stove. Don’t start claiming you’ve never sold. And if you mention your wrist another goddam—

FALRICK

I hurt my fucking wrist doing donuts in the six

Hey wrist, wrist, wrist man I hurt my fucking wrist

Pulling risk, man you wouldn't understand about this shit

SLINE (eyes narrow)

Oh, don’t you start. It was a clean bust. Spotless. Nobody even jostled you. Don’t you dare start shouting brutality!

FALRICK

All my boyz ready for jail

But none of us is going to hell

Repent!

SLINE (sighing, rolling his eyes)

Kid, this is LA, nobody gives a damn if you got faith or not. You go to trial spouting of about being repentant but having never cooperated with me? Nobody will care. You go to trial claiming you worship the snake god Set but you give up your supplier? You’re golden

In other words, I’m the only god a prosecutor or a jury gives a damn about you confessing your sins to.

FALRICK

Shit look sad

Man pull up, your fucking pants

Boy like I'm hooping hey

Catch your girl if you're losing hey

SLINE (face goes dark red with rage)

You’ve made a terrible mistake, sir, if you think threatening my girlfriend’s going to get you anywhere in this room!

FALRICK

Be careful when you rolling because my wrist so goddamn potent

Oh bitch is you snoring?

Will wake up in the morning

Because wrist game stupid

And the wrist be going like—

SLINE (seeking to cut him off)

Don’t you start with this—

FALRICK

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

SLINE (nearly roaring)

Enough with the nonsense!

FALRICK

Said she didn't wanna keep it

Guess that will be our little secret...

Pack after pack all summer

Gas guzzler I remind her of her Hummer

She remind me of Corolla

Hot boxing in the middle of August windows rolled up

SLINE (confused but excited about what he thinks is new information)

Her? Who’s she? We only found guys at the cook. Who’s this gir—

FALRICK

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

SLINE (apoplectic)

You have no idea what hell you are bringing down on yourself if I walk out of this room without a confession.

FALRICK

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

SLINE (standing and heading towards the door)

If I leave this room, your life is over! You’re less than trash!

FALRICK (without betraying any sign of emotion)

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

With a snarl of useless anger, SLINE storm out of the room, slamming the door. FALRICK goes silent once more.