Plot / Description
A young street artist in East Los Angeles is caught between his father's obsession with lowrider car culture, his ex-felon brother and his need for self-expression. "Lowriders Trailer #1 (2017) | Movieclips Trailers"
Voiceover / Dialog / Script / Spoken Word
Crenshaw Sunday's going down right here in the middle of Califor-ni-a. This is your boy, it is what it is. It's what we do. I grew up in Boyle Heights. I remember when I was a kid, pops always said, one day we would all build a car together. Lowriders are about family. What's up, Danny. Me and my homies, we've never been to Mexico. And no, our Spanish ain't perfect. But you can find us partying with the hipsters in Echo Park, chilling at the skate park in Venice or doing karaoke in K-Town. Hey! But for kids like me, sometimes we do end up the night at Taco Zone. Yeah, we eat tacos. Why not, right? If it was up to my pops, I'd be fixing cars at his shop all day. This whole city is my canvas. I put up my art for free. He wastes his money on car parts? That makes no sense to me. Stop the car. Stop the car! What? What's wrong? What are you doing? If we get caught, that's my scholarship, Danny! No one's gonna get caught! Hurry up, man! Go! Go! Go! Police! Put your hands up! Do you have any idea what this caused your family? Writing your on other people's property. Don't you have an ounce of shame. You're a criminal like your brother. Do you know what people call me now? Ghost. 'Cause for the last 8 years, you haven't so much as mentioned my name to remind people that I exist. You're a joke. And nothing changes. Talk to your sons! I can't talk to my sons! They just don't want anything to do with me. When it's your kids, you don't stop trying. Old school. What he's up against. Famous graffiti artists don't have to be poor to be real. That is your heritage! Something that you know nothing about! I guarantee you, I'm gonna make it with my life. (Lyrics) I was six years old Riding shotgun in a old school with my dad Memories that I hold on to 'Cause really those the only ones that I had They used to call me Lil' Rock Skinny big head with a rock (Lyrics) I got a new world in my view On my journey I pursue I said I'm running, running for the city I got the new world in my view I got the new world in my view On my journey I pursue Lord, I'm running, running for the city I got the new world in my view They ain't got no muscle, no hustle No backbone, I stand alone Not tripping, just saying, I'm different Ain't hanging on the coattails of the next man Passport in my left hand I said I'm running, running for the city I got the new world in my view
From The Producer Of American Gangster And 8 Mile On May 12 Lowriders