![]() Some of these situations feel genuine, but others feel contrived and meant to happen only so the film can advance. These characters must tolerate each other to survive the trip, but social and emotional conflicts continue to get in their way. ![]() From then on, the film plays like a buddy road-trip film lacking the buddies. Justice needs to go for a hair show, so reluctantly agrees to hitch a ride in Lucky's mail-truck. Karma has its way of reuniting the mailman and the stylist when Justice's friend Iesha (King) forces her to come along on a trip to Oakland with her boyfriend Chicago (Torry) and his coworker Lucky. Justice works as a hairstylist, and one day, a mailman named Lucky (Shakur) waltzes in one day trying to flirt with several women, when Justice and her friend play a mean joke on him. The actual poem were written by writer Maya Angelou, but the authenticity of the writing is the least of our concerns. Justice writes numerous poems, and narrates them throughout the film. The plot: Justice (Jackson) is a young woman who lives in South Central, Los Angeles, and is still grieving over the loss of her boyfriend who was murdered during a silly confrontation. It is the second film in what Singleton has branded his "Hood trilogy," but yet, it is definitely the weakest of them all. While this one is significantly different from that masterpiece, it still has its perks and a solid message to add to its formula of an urban-drama. ![]() You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just know just know just know just know just What you want, Poetic Justice, put it in a song, alright Uh, I really hope you play this Cause girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one week vacations You've been taken Clearly a lot for me to take in It don't make sense Young Mixed Hispanic Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man Call me up for more dick baby, I'll sneak in ya house like "brah man" Put you on a plane baby And ship you and your friends all the way to London I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need somebody It been awhile ever since I felt that body Writing rhymes about you is one of my favorite hobbies And I sound little like, Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice I was so new to this rap life but Goddamn, girl I got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your perfect smile in the sunset (ooh!) Goddamn, is the only thing I can say You always give me a little erection everytime you look at me in a certain way I'm this close to say fuck lunch and let's fuck the whole entire day And they say sexual relations Is the best make up session, I can tell I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real P.S.After making the effective tear-jerker Boyz N The Hood, John Singleton returns to the field of film with Poetic Justice. *Clear Throat* Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go! Uh, I recognize your fragrance (hold up!) Baby that's my favorite (Woo!) You ain't never gotta say shit You always smile everytime I play this Long hair, soft skin, with braces I don't mind taking you out to places Set the mood by playing "Love Faces" You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a lovely rose bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you Honestly, babygirl that's something I don't usually do Never got butterflies in my stomach before man that's something new You telling me you wanna talk But honestly baby I wanna fuck the shit outta you I'm sorry if that sound a little bit rude I'm just kinda in mood from looking at you Goddamn girl, what you doing that walk for? When I see that body move It got me wishing we should fight less and talk more And they say communication Save relations, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real P.S. ![]()
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