How It All Started lyrics

MALE MEDIC: You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay. Uh, yeah, tell ‘em to order a chest x-ray

TARIQ (NARRATION): I keep asking myself, “Why did it have to end like this?”

TARIQ & TRU (NARRATION): But as with every ending, there is always a beginning. And this is how it started

[*flatline*]

FEMALE MEDIC: I think we’re losing him. We’re losing him!

[*alarm clock rings and radio starts*]

TARIQ: [*yawn*] Damn… I only need five more minutes sleep

[*bedroom door opens*]

MOM: Boy, you better get yo ass up and go to work! I told you ‘bout hanging out late with that “studio” sh*t when you know you got to go to work in the morning. You better start focusing on getting yo sh*t straight

TARIQ: Yeah, ma

MOM: Tryna get yourself a promotion and stop that bullsh*ttin’ 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: [*sigh*]

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!