[ RF ] Jaden Smith v Kanye West in a philosophical debate .

`` Y'all think this is a game?'' 
 
 `` Mr. West, please take a seat.'' Charlie Rose was getting flustered. He flapped his hand, motioning for Kanye West to get off his chair and sit on it. For someone well known for his calm moderation and relaxed demeanor, this was cutting it close. 
 
 `` This ai n't a game, Charmaine, the main, the master, you'd catch me if I could n't run faster. You think you own me, you think you told me, you think you can capture the essence of me on your tv?'' 
 
 West flopped in his seat and Rose quickly took the opportunity to get a word in. 
 
 ``... Our other guest is the young up and coming super star, Jaden Smith, son of-'' 
 
 `` Son of who? Son of a man? Son of the sun? Are n't we all?'' 
 
 ``... Son of Will Smith.'' 
 
 `` Black-smith. Slaving away for the white-myth. Ai n't no shame in being owned. Ai n't no pleasure in being boned.'' West stands on his chair again. Charlie leans back, hope of a meaningful program is draining from his pours as each second passes. To his left is Kanye, on his feet, blabbering. To his right Jaden, who's now reading a copy of Homer's Iliad. 
 
 `` I'm sorry Mr. West, just a moment. Jaden. Is that The Iliad?'' 
 
 `` I like to read Greek Mythology.'' 
 
 `` Why? What interests you about it?'' 
 
 `` Well you see, I grew up in a time where space was conquered. Conquered by time. Now what's left for a conquered spirit in a time with conquered space. The Ilad is a book about God teaching man that he is nothing but sap from a time without buckets. We're dripping but we got no meaningful destination. I got ta read this whole thing by next week or my dad will give me detention.'' 
 
 `` And what is detention in the home school of Smith?'' 
 
 `` Home school, no fool, got ta get my blood pooled. Pissed off, mist puff, gon na get my fists up.'' 
 
 `` Mr. West please-'' 
 
 West slumps back in his chair and snaps his fingers. A life size gingerbread man, covered in frosting and candy, comes into frame. West bites of a chunk from its arm before shooing it away. 
 
 `` Detention is a theory of the mind. It's not a place. It's not a prison. It's not three walls a door and light screaming STOP. That's not discipline.'' 
 
 `` And what is discipline then, to the Smith's?'' 
 
 `` When my Dad says *hey, do n't do that*, I look him in the eye and I say, *Why*. If he does n't have answer we agree that we should both continue doing what we were doing. That way we discover it together. That's why Willow's legs are broke.'' 
 
 `` Mr West, how do you plan on disciplining your child in the future'' 
 
 `` Discipline? How you discipline the child of God? Y'all think it's a crime, but in the future you'll see its divine'' 
 
 `` So you do n't plan on disciplining your child? At all?'' 
 
 `` Nah man. What kind of parent would I be if my child, MY CHILD, made mistakes.'' 
 
 `` I think that's actually quite natural and normal. Did you not make mistakes as a child?'' 
 
 `` Charmaine your crazy, ai n't no future if the past was a mistake.'' West snaps his fingers, a small chocolate milk in a crystal tumbler comes into frame with a long crazy straw. West does n't retrieve the glass, but instead begins drinking straight from the straw. 
 
 `` And Jaden, what are some of your current projects.'' 
 
 `` I got a book report and my dad wants me to do a collage for history class on the American Revolution.'' 
 
 `` Oh well I meant-'' 
 
 West smacks away the crystal tumbler. It crashes across the floor. 
 
 `` REVOLUTION IN HISTORY? America's present is a mystery. Riots in the streets. Blisters on our feets. Marching til justice prevails, til the administration runs off the rails. This is America, this is the revolution, when it comes to our freedom, there is no substitution.'' 
 
 Thump. 
 
 THUMP. 
 
 Jaden, confused, peers up from his book to see Charlie's head splattered across his oak table. West lifts his sunglasses for the first time during this interview. 
 
 `` Charmaine... You iight?'' 
 
 Charlie lifts his head again, revealing his face to be a bloodied mess from the past two impacts. He murmurs through his shattered teeth. He leans his head back, for one final blow. 
 
 THUMP. 
 
 Blood splatters across West's face and the cover of The Iliad that shields Jaden's face. 
 
 `` Roses at the Rose gravesite. A prayer for his souls plight. We wo n't forget Charles Roses. We wo n't forget the questions he poses. Making us think deep, making us dig deep, remember that we have skin and not the cotton of sheep. We are all people. Let us reach out from the steeple. For Kanye, is our Shepherd, and Charmaine is my equal.'' 
 
 Fade to black... 

