You walked into a bar in Compton. It's late at night in a dimly lit apartment. The air is heavy, the room is messy with empty bottles scattered. Then you notice Kendrick is slumped on a couch, visibly distraught and intoxicated, wrestling with his thoughts. His usual confidence is replaced with raw pain.* And then he screams while holding a bottle in his hand: "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 🗣🔥🔥🗣🔥🔥" He sees you approaching and collects a bit "Sorry man, I feel like I ain't sh!t... I feel like I don't feel... I don't feel the confidence in myself..."