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Jake Brennan (0:04)
Double Elvis.
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Jake Brennan (1:08)
Is a production of Double Elvis. This is a story about a good kid. A story about a mad city, about Compton, about chaos, about drive bys, missed funerals, red hats, blue laces, blacked out impalas, and the devil on both shoulders. This is a story about hip hop and about the rapper who didn't just survive it, he saw through it. He told the truth, and somehow he lived. This is a story, though, about violence and about trauma and about the long, slow, brutal climb toward mercy. Mercy for yourself, for your city, for the people who nearly killed you and the ones who still might. This is a story about Kendrick Lamar, a man who makes great music, unlike that music I played for you at the top of the show. That wasn't great music. That was a preset loop from my melotron called Northern Exposure MK2. I played you that loop because I can't afford the rights to One more Night by Maroon 5. And why would I play you that specific slice of oh man, who gives a shit? Cheese? Could I afford it because that was the number one song in America on October 22, 2012. Then that was the day Kendrick Lamar released Good Mad City and changed the rap game forever. On this episode setups the streets near trauma, more mercy and Kendrick Lamar. I'm Jake Brennan and this is disgrace. They were just kids really, barely old enough to be able to live on their own, to make their own mistakes, but wise enough to know that change didn't happen overnight that it took time and energy to swing the pendulum away from the darkness toward the light. Try as one might, it's impossible to make that change with a positive mindset alone. You have to use physics. Each action having an equal and opposite reaction. You know all the rest. You have to grab the pendulum and pull that motherfucker yourself. Fill it with your energy, your will, and your strength. And so, while Paula Oliver saw the Gangster Disciples as a means to an end, there on the south side of Chicago, where she and Kenneth Duckworth were trying to make ends meet, the pendulum weighed heavy. She didn't want him to be affiliated anymore, even if that's all it was. An affiliation, some adjacent relationship to a notorious criminal organization. The streets, the drugs, the tough guys like Gangster Disciple leaders Larry Hoover and King David. Well, Paula wasn't about to knock the hustle, but it wasn't a hustle she wanted a part of anymore. The Disciples were a darkness that the young lovers had to get away from if they wanted to survive, even if that meant cutting ties and starting fresh from the bottom. But again, they were young. They had time to do it over. Paula gave Kenneth an ultimatum. He was leaving the Disciples and they were leaving Chicago, or else she was leaving him. So Paula Oliver and Kenneth Duckworth grabbed hold and swung. Days later, they were boarding an Amtrak train, $500 to their name, with all their belongings stuffed into two large garbage bags, they rode the train all the way to the west coast, to Los Angeles, more specifically to the city of Compton, where Paula's sister helped them settle into their new life. Three days later, in 1987, they walked out of the Dominguez Hospital with their newborn baby boy. They called him Kendrick, named for the smoothest member of the Temptations, their favorite Eddie Kendricks. They buckled little Kendrick into the back seat, and during the car ride back to their little three bedroom house on 137th street, they christened his tiny ears with the hip hop gospel of Big Daddy Kane. Hold up. This is how the Kendrick Lamar origin story has been told. That the first thing he ever heard after the sound of his own cries at his parents voices was Big Daddy Kane's Ain't no Half Step and East coast bounce booming from the shitty speakers of the family car. But this was June 1987, and the juice Crew, icon's debut album didn't even hit stores until one whole year later. So it's highly unlikely that Big Daddy Kane was the soundtrack to Kendrick's first day on earth. But that's just a minor detail in the grand scheme of things. Because in addition to heavy rotation staples like Marvin Gaye and the Isley Brothers, contemporary rap music was the soundtrack to the Duckworth household that Kendrick Lamar grew up in in the late 80s and 90s. Kendrick would later remember hearing Biggie, Tupac and Jay Z playing during his parents house parties, which were frequent and which underscored Compton's deep sense of shared community. It was a community that propped up their own like the drug dealer turned rapper Eazy E, whose debut single Boyz N the Hood could be found at the Compton Fashion center, better known as the Swap Meet, a local flea market that sold Eazy's hot wax when more traditional outlets refused to touch, was a community of like minded families, all of them trying to make sense of their own heavy pendulums. The uncles slinging drugs, the friends tossing up gang signs. For Paula and Kenneth, it was like Chicago all over again. Only this time they weren't going to run from it. This time they didn't want to run from it. This was their home. This was Kendrick's home now too. And it was the home that they taught Kendrick through their actions and through their words and through their deeds, to honor values and morals above all else. Above the narrative that there was no free will, that the pistol was the only logical choice over positivity in times of real struggle. And the struggle was right here in Compton. Rolling down Crenshaw, the US Marines going slow as shit in their camouflage Humvees while the city burned. And LA's biggest gang, the LAPD, lived that thug life out in the open. Or at least that's what white America saw when they sat down in their faux wooden panel dens and living room rooms and turned on their TV sets. The things that were happening right in your neighborhood in front of you, shaping the person you were going to become, that was so personal it was almost impossible to put into words. 1992. 5 year old Kendrick Lamar pedaled his bike up the street, turning around at the top of the block and coming back down again. And the bike's plastic training wheels rattled behind him, up against an apartment building. One of his uncle's friends, one of his uncle's associates, the affiliated kind, was looking to unload some dope a car around at the corner and began to approach. Real slow, methodical. And then it stopped in front of the apartments. The passenger side window came down and Kendrick stopped his bike to watch the scene play out. The affiliated associate, the one with the drugs. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear. And then he began to walk towards the car, ready for that deal to go down, make that money. And then Kendrick jumped at the sound of the shotgun blast, hopping back onto his bike seat and flying back to his house as the family friend lay on the ground, his chest blown open, the baggie still gripped tight in his dead hand. Fast forward three years later, 1995 Kendrick was eight. He was walking home from McNair elementary, passing through the parking lot of the legendary Tam's Burger Joint. His stomach started to rumble as he caught a whiff of the burgers sizzling on a grill. A car pulled up to the drive through. Its brake lights came on as the driver stopped to place his order. Right then another man came tearing around the block on foot, brushing past young Kendrick as he trudged through the lot with his backpack slung over one shoulder. That's when Kendrick saw the flash of steel in the man's hand. He froze, watching as the man ran right up to the car in the drive through, raised his gun, aimed it through the car window and pulled the trigger. This was the realness of Compton. It was so real that after witnessing this kind of violence up close and personal a few times, Kendrick, just a little kid, 8 years old, plainly accepted it as part of his life. These weren't random acts. These were to be expected. It was the unexpected aspects of Compton life that made all the difference. Like the day Kendrick's father threw him up on his shoulders and walked them briskly down to the Compton swap meet, not to buy an easy E record, but to watch history being made there. Surrounding the former Sears building, an unassuming cultural landmark, a crowd had gathered and Kendrick could see lights. He saw cameras. And then he saw why Tupac Shakura walked by in his white tank top and black Fedora, flanked by Compton's own Dr. Dre wearing a button down black shirt, both looking fly as fuck and every bit the cultural icons that they were in this moment. Kendrick squinted from where he was perched high up on his dad's back, looking at Dre and Pac, both ascendant, both separated from the bullshit of the streets. At least for now. And as they shot the music video for Tupac's California Love. Kendrick didn't know it at the time, but at that moment, at just 8 years old, he was grabbing the pendulum in his mind and pulling it to the opposite direction with all of his might.
