[Scene: County General Hospital – Neurology Department]
(The hospital intercom crackles.)
PA:
“Dr. Nelly Furtado to Neurology. Dr. Furtado to Neurology, please.”
(Dr. Luka Kovač, wearing his white coat and a concerned look, stands outside Room 402, reviewing a chart. Inside, Lil’ Wayne sits on the hospital bed, looking a bit disoriented but cracking a faint smile.)
Dr. Kovač (speaking into his pager):
“Nelly, I need you here. We’ve got a patient with acute memory loss — possible substance-related.”
(Moments later, Dr. Nelly Furtado, dressed sharply but casually, strides in with a clipboard.)
Dr. Furtado:
“What’s the story?”
Dr. Kovač:
“Lil’ Wayne. He’s been experiencing significant memory lapses. No trauma. Labs suggest neurochemical imbalance, possibly from drug abuse.”
Dr. Furtado (nodding thoughtfully):
“Yeah, this kind of memory loss is often the result of chronic drug toxicity. We’re looking at neurotransmitter depletion, oxidative stress… I’ll start him on high-dose B vitamins — B1, B6, B12 — to repair nerve damage.”
Lil’ Wayne:
“B vitamins? Bet. Anything to get my mind right.”
Dr. Kovač:
“Good. But he also needs to stay away from glyphosate-contaminated foods and microplastics. They’re neurotoxic.”
(Wayne raises an eyebrow.)
Dr. Kovač (gently but firmly):
“Stick to organic food whenever you can. No processed junk. No plastic bottled water if you can help it.”
Dr. Furtado:
“Let’s boost your recovery. I’ll write a list.”
(She jots quickly.)
- Coconut oil — a tablespoon daily. Good for brain energy.
- Black seed oil — natural antioxidant.
- Turmeric — fights brain inflammation.
- Ginkgo biloba — improves blood flow to the brain.
- Lion’s Mane mushroom — promotes nerve growth.
- Omega-3 supplements — DHA for brain repair.
- Magnesium — calms the nervous system.
- Fresh blueberries, walnuts, and leafy greens — brain foods.
Dr. Kovač:
“And no more lean, Wayne. No more purple drinks. You want your future — your music, your family — you have to choose life now.”
(Lil’ Wayne looks down, quiet for a moment, then nods.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“I got you, Doc. Real talk.”
(Dr. Furtado pats him on the shoulder.)
Dr. Furtado:
“One day at a time. We’ll get you back.”
(The two doctors exchange a hopeful glance as the scene fades.)
[Scene: Lil’ Wayne’s Home Studio – Two Weeks Later]
(The sun pours through the windows. Empty plastic bottles and junk food wrappers are gone. In their place: bowls of fresh fruit, a huge jug of spring water, and a diffuser misting black seed oil into the air.)
(Wayne sits at his recording desk, a notebook open in front of him. A small container of coconut oil and a bottle of B vitamins sit nearby. He sips a blueberry smoothie, scribbling down lyrics.)
(Knock at the door. It’s Dr. Nelly Furtado, casual in jeans and a hoodie, carrying a small gift bag.)
Dr. Furtado:
“Yo! How’s my star patient?”
Lil’ Wayne (grinning, a little sharper, a little stronger):
“Feelin’ like I got a second brain in my head. For real. It’s like… the lights are comin’ back on.”
Dr. Furtado:
“That’s the vitamins. And the coconut oil. And the fact you actually listened.”
(She hands him the gift bag. Inside: a bottle of Lion’s Mane mushroom capsules and a small book titled “The Brain That Heals Itself.”)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Appreciate it, Doc. Been droppin’ verses again. They clearer. Meaner. Smarter.”
(He grabs his pen and spits a quick freestyle.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Used to sip poison, mind in a haze,
Now I sip wisdom, light up the days,
Brain on a cleanse, truth on the page,
Got my mind back, now I’m free from the cage.”
(Dr. Furtado beams.)
Dr. Furtado:
“You just wrote your comeback anthem.”
(Wayne laughs, energized, his hands moving fast over the beat pad, layering a new track.)
(Dr. Luka Kovač calls on video chat. Wayne answers.)
Dr. Kovač:
“How are you feeling, Wayne?”
Lil’ Wayne:
“Better, Doc. Way better. Tell the hospital… Dr. Wayne’s in the building now.”
(Kovač chuckles, genuinely proud.)
Dr. Kovač:
“Good. And remember: keep feeding your brain. Not killing it.”
(Wayne salutes the screen and turns back to the music, his studio alive with the sound of resurrection.)
[Fade out.]
[Scene: Video Call – County General Hospital Doctor’s Lounge]
(Dr. Luka Kovač sits with a cup of black coffee, still in his scrubs after a long shift. On the screen, Lil’ Wayne appears, upbeat and bouncing a basketball between his hands.)
Dr. Kovač:
“Wayne, I’m proud of the progress you’re making. Really. But I need to tell you something important.”
(Wayne leans in, serious.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“What’s up, Doc?”
Dr. Kovač:
“The vitamins, the supplements… they’re a crutch for now. They’re helping you heal. But they are not forever.”
Lil’ Wayne:
(raising an eyebrow)
“Not forever?”
Dr. Kovač:
“No. After your body recovers, you should get everything you need — your B vitamins, your omega-3s, your antioxidants — directly from your food.”
(He emphasizes each word like a coach talking to his MVP.)
Dr. Kovač:
“Fresh vegetables. Wild fish. Coconut oil. Fermented foods — yogurt, kefir, sauerkraut — for your probiotics. Your gut is your second brain. If you heal your gut, you heal your mind.”
(Wayne nods slowly, taking it in.)
Dr. Kovač:
“Supplements can help in emergencies. But real healing, real power — it comes from living food. Living water. Living light.”
(Wayne spins the basketball slowly in his hand, thinking.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Real recognize real… Even in what I eat.”
Dr. Kovač (smiling warmly):
“Exactly. You’re not just fixing your brain, Wayne. You’re building a new one. Stronger. Smarter. Natural.”
Lil’ Wayne:
“Ain’t no more junk food graveyard in my kitchen, Doc. Word.”
Dr. Kovač:
“Good. Keep it that way. After all…”
(He leans in closer, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret.)
“You’re not just healing for yourself. You’re healing for everyone who looks up to you.”
(Wayne stares at the screen for a long moment. A fire lights in his eyes. He nods deeply.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Bet. Time to be a real role model.”
(They smile, two warriors from different worlds, understanding each other perfectly.)
[Fade out.]
[Scene: Lil’ Wayne’s Home Studio – Late Night]
(The studio is dimly lit, a candle burning. Wayne leans back in his chair, headphones around his neck, eyes closed, deep in thought. The new healthy lifestyle is making him sharper — but it’s also opening his mind to deeper truths.)
(Suddenly, the room grows cold. The candle flickers violently. A low whisper slithers through the air.)
Voice (whispering):
“Not everything is as it seems, Dwayne…”
(Wayne’s eyes snap open. Standing before him is a tall, ghostly figure in an old black suit — pale, proud, with a sinister smile. It’s the ghost of John D. Rockefeller.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Yo… who the hell—?”
Ghost of Rockefeller:
“John D. Rockefeller. Perhaps you’ve heard of me.”
(Wayne stands up, heart racing.)
Ghost of Rockefeller (calmly):
“You thought God took so many of your people. Your friends, your family… no.”
(He steps closer, his voice like ice.)
“I did. Through the Order of Skull and Bones. Through poisons disguised as medicine. Through chemicals in your food. Through addictions we designed.”
(Wayne’s hands ball into fists.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Why?!”
Ghost of Rockefeller (grinning wickedly):
“Control, my boy. Control the food, the water, the medicine… control the mind.
Control the world.”
(Wayne shakes his head, furious.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Nah. Not anymore. You dead. And your poison’s dead with you.”
Ghost of Rockefeller:
“Is it?”
(He fades backward into the shadows.)
“Or have you just begun to see how deep it goes?”
(The candle goes out. Silence.)
(Wayne stands alone, breathing hard, sweat on his forehead — but a new fire burning in his soul.)
Lil’ Wayne (whispering to himself):
“Feed your brain… Free your people.”
(He sits down, pulls his notebook closer, and starts writing a manifesto — not just songs now, but a movement. A rebellion. A revolution.)
[Scene fades out with the scratch of his pen on paper.]
[Scene: Lil’ Wayne’s Studio – Minutes Later]
(The room is still cold from the ghostly encounter. Wayne stares at the empty candle, his mind racing. Finally, he speaks out loud — half a prayer, half a challenge.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“I don’t wanna talk to no dead oil man. I wanna talk to God. For real.”
(The air shimmers. There’s no thunder, no lightning — just a pure, calm presence. A figure appears, clothed in light: Christus Rex — Christ the King — crowned, but humble, his eyes full of infinite sadness and infinite strength.)
Christus Rex:
“I heard you, Dwayne. I’ve always heard you.”
(Wayne drops to one knee, overwhelmed, tears in his eyes.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Why all this pain? Why all these lies, man? Why they buryin’ us?”
(Christus Rex steps forward, lifting Wayne up by the shoulders.)
Christus Rex:
“Because when they bury you… they forget you are a seed.
You were never meant to die underground. You were meant to rise.”
(Wayne breathes in sharply, realizing something deep.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“But they buried Nelly too, didn’t they? Like that CSI episode… the one where they found the girl’s bones in the desert?”
(Christus Rex nods solemnly.)
Christus Rex:
“Yes. They tried to bury her voice. Her spirit. Her truth. Just like they tried to bury yours. Just like they buried millions before you.”
(A heavy silence hangs.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“She still alive though, right? In the spirit?”
Christus Rex:
“More alive than ever. Her bones — her truth — are crying out louder now than any fame could ever reach.”
(Christus Rex kneels down, draws a small cross in the dust on the studio floor.)
Christus Rex:
“Understand this, Dwayne: the world will always try to make bones of its brightest souls. But I resurrect the bones.”
(Wayne stares at the cross, his heart pounding.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Then show me how to rise, Lord.
Show me how to resurrect the buried.”
Christus Rex (smiling, fierce and gentle):
“Feed your brain. Feed your spirit. Speak the truth. Love your people. Fear nothing.”
(The light begins to fade, but Christus Rex’s voice stays strong in Wayne’s heart.)
Christus Rex:
“Tell Nelly: her song is not over.”
(Wayne stands alone again in the studio — but now he’s taller, stronger, filled with holy fire. He grabs his pen, his mic, his faith.)
Lil’ Wayne (whispering to himself):
“They thought they buried us…
But we seeds.
And it’s harvest time.”
[Fade out with Wayne laying down the first track of his resurrection album — gritty, holy, unstoppable.]
[Scene: Lil’ Wayne’s Studio – Later That Night]
(Wayne paces the studio like a lion. He’s no longer scared — he’s furious now. Furious for every life lost, every dream poisoned. Furious for the truth they buried.)
(The candle reignites on its own. The cold wind returns. And sure enough, the Ghost of John D. Rockefeller slithers back into view, smirking.)
Ghost of Rockefeller:
“Back so soon, young man?
Ready to join the winners’ circle yet?”
(Wayne stops pacing. He faces the ghost dead-on, fire in his eyes.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Nah. I ain’t bowin’ down to you.
Matter fact…”
(he steps closer, voice rising)
“I’ma take that world Atlas holdin’ up at Rockefeller Center — and I’m gonna drop it on your fuckin’ head.”
(The ghost flinches slightly — the first crack in his smugness.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“You ain’t no god. You a snake oil sellin’ devil. Always was.”
(The room trembles slightly, the very walls reacting to Wayne’s fury.)
Ghost of Rockefeller (recovering, sneering):
“Big words, little man.
But power… real power… it’s eternal.”
(Wayne smirks back now — fearless.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Yeah? Let’s see how eternal you feel… when your fake kingdom burns down.”
(He points at the ghost like a judge passing sentence.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“You sold lies.
You sold poison.
You sold out God’s children for a dollar.”
(The ghost begins to flicker, losing form, like smoke in the wind.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“And now… the real ones comin’ back to collect.”
(The Ghost of Rockefeller lets out a last twisted laugh — then vanishes into nothingness.)
(Wayne stands alone, victorious, breathing heavy, but free.)
Lil’ Wayne (gritting his teeth, promising out loud):
“We takin’ it all back.
The music. The food. The truth.
The world.”
(He turns back to his mic. And when he starts rapping this time, it ain’t just music — it’s war cries, it’s prophecy, it’s resurrection.)
[Fade out with the beat dropping like a hammer from heaven.]
[Scene: Lil’ Wayne’s Studio – Moments Later]
(The air is electric from Wayne’s confrontation with Rockefeller’s ghost. He wipes the sweat from his brow, grabs a water bottle. Suddenly — the studio door swings open.)
(Standing there, in a long black trench coat and Yeezy boots, is Ye. His eyes are sharp, clear, burning with holy purpose.)
Ye:
“Fear God… and give Him glory.”
(he steps inside, voice rising, quoting Revelation)
“For the hour of His judgment has come.”
(Wayne turns, stunned but nodding — he feels the realness.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Yeezy, bro… you felt that too?”
(Ye walks right up to him, putting a heavy hand on Wayne’s shoulder.)
Ye:
“I see it.
I feel it.
This ain’t just music, Wayne.
This is a revolution.”
(Ye looks up, as if he can see all the way to Rockefeller Center from there.)
Ye:
“You said you wanna take that world Atlas holdin’…
Drop it on the serpent’s head.”
(He smiles — that wild, dangerous, holy rebel smile.)
Ye:
“If Yeezy can’t lift it by himself…
I’ma help you.”
(Wayne’s mouth curves into a grin. Two warriors, side by side.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Ain’t no chain heavy enough… when God’s liftin’ with you.”
(They clasp hands — a brotherhood born not from fame, but from faith.)
Ye (grinning hard):
“We takin’ back Rockefeller Center.
We takin’ back the whole world.”
(They both look out the studio window, toward the city skyline — imagining Atlas’ statue, that cold metal globe trembling under their hands, crashing down on the head of every false god who tried to replace the real one.)
Ye:
“And when that world drops,
it ain’t just about destroyin’ the old…
It’s about building the Kingdom.”
(Wayne nods, feeling the full weight — but also the full freedom.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“Harvest time.”
(The two of them bow their heads — not to each other, not to any man, but to God alone — ready to make the world tremble.)
[Scene: Rockefeller Center – Night]
(The plaza is empty, lit only by cold city lights. The golden statue of Prometheus looms over the ice rink — proud, glinting, defiant. Wayne and Ye stand at the edge, hoods up, surveying the place like generals before a battle.)
(Suddenly — the air chills again.
The Ghost of John D. Rockefeller materializes, more powerful than before, standing beneath Prometheus, arms crossed, smiling like a serpent.)
Ghost of Rockefeller:
“You boys think you can lift that world?
Break my kingdom?
You don’t understand… you’ve already been working for me.”
(He points upward, behind him — to the towering golden statue of Prometheus, the Titan who defied the gods to bring fire to man.)
Ghost of Rockefeller:
“Prometheus… the light-bringer.
The rebel.
The thief of divine power.”
(his voice thickens, dark)
“And now… in addition to working for me…
you can praise me as your God.”
(The ghost spreads his arms mockingly — the plaza lights flicker — it’s like the whole place is bowing to him.)
Ghost of Rockefeller:
“I am the bringer of fire.
The master of men.
The true king of this Earth.”
(Wayne clenches his fists. Ye’s face hardens.)
Ye:
“You ain’t God.”
(his voice like iron)
“You a thief. A faker.
You stole what was never yours.”
(Wayne steps forward, pointing right at the golden Prometheus.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“You ain’t no bringer of light.
You just another snake selling poison.”
(The ghost scowls, his form flickering with rage.)
Ghost of Rockefeller:
“Without me… you would still be in chains!”
Ye (spitting fire):
“Better to be a slave to God than a king of devils.”
(Thunder rumbles over the skyscrapers.)
(Wayne pulls something from his hoodie — a tiny glass bottle filled with olive oil — holy oil. He unscrews the cap.)
Lil’ Wayne:
“You brought poison.
We bring anointing.
We breakin’ every chain tonight.”
(Ye nods. Together, they step onto the ice, moving toward the golden Prometheus like two prophets confronting a false idol. They pour out the oil as they walk, marking the ice with crosses, with truth, with rebellion.)
(The ghost screams — a hideous sound — as cracks begin to form beneath the golden statue.)
Ye (shouting):
“FEAR GOD — AND GIVE HIM GLORY!!”
(his voice echoes off the concrete and glass)
(With a thunderous crack, the ice splits — the statue of Prometheus trembles, its golden facade cracking like a broken mask.)
Lil’ Wayne (grinning through gritted teeth):
“This is for every buried bone.
Every broken voice.
Every seed they tried to kill.”
(The ghost of Rockefeller flickers one last time — and then shatters like glass, screaming into the void.)
(Silence falls.
Only the sound of the wind remains — and the two warriors, standing victorious at the center of the broken empire.)
Ye (whispering):
“Glory to God alone.”
[Scene: A sunlit clinic room. Lil Wayne sits in a chair, flashing his iconic grillz. Across from him, Dr. Kovac — an old-school, serious-looking Croatian doctor — reviews a chart, frowning slightly.]
Dr. Kovac:
(leaning back, thoughtful)
Mr. Carter… I must be honest with you. I am skeptical about these… grillz. And all the metal in your mouth.
Lil Wayne:
(grins wide, showing off the diamonds)
Man, Doc, it’s all good. It’s part of the culture, you feel me?
Dr. Kovac:
(gently, but firmly)
I understand. But I worry about long-term safety. Metals — especially heavy metals — can leach into the body over time. Into the bloodstream.
(pauses)
Some studies suggest it can affect your brain. Your memory. Your emotions. Even how you think.
Lil Wayne:
(laughs lightly, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes)
You saying my grillz could mess with my mind?
Dr. Kovac:
(nodding seriously)
Yes. And the tattoos, too — depending on the ink. Some are made with toxic substances. Lead. Mercury. Arsenic.
(leans forward)
Your brain is a temple, Mr. Carter. You must protect it. Especially yours — it holds too many words, too many songs… to risk.
Lil Wayne:
(sits back, looking thoughtful for a moment)
Damn, Doc. You makin’ me think I need a detox.
Dr. Kovac:
(smiles gently)
Maybe not today. But think about it. You are too important to lose even one memory.
[Scene: Same clinic. Dr. Kovac steps out for a moment. Nelly Furtado pops her head into the room, holding a clipboard. She’s helping with the clinic’s digital health program.]
Nelly Furtado:
(cheerfully)
Hey, Wayne! Just a heads up — the website’s still under migration to a dedicated server.
(grins)
So no Lil’ Wayne avatar yet. But soon, you’re gonna have your own health page — bling and all.
Lil Wayne:
(chuckles)
Man, even my health records got swag.
Nelly Furtado:
(laughs, flipping through her notes)
Meanwhile, Doc Kovac asked me to give you a brain-boost shopping list.
(starts listing with her fingers)
Walnuts. Blueberries. Flaxseed. Salmon. Dark leafy greens. Even a little dark chocolate — but the real kind, not the candy bar junk.
Lil Wayne:
(raising an eyebrow)
So basically… eat like a squirrel that listens to Mozart?
Nelly Furtado:
(laughs hard)
Exactly!
(playfully tapping the clipboard)
Smart squirrels rule the world, Wayne. Time to get those neurons firing like your rhymes.
Lil Wayne:
(smiling, half-joking, half-serious)
Alright… for the brain, Doc… and for the next album.
[Scene: Dr. Kovac returns to the room, a rare warm smile on his face. He carries a small espresso in one hand.]
Dr. Kovac:
(chuckling)
You know, Mr. Carter… I must confess something.
Lil Wayne:
(grinning)
What’s up, Doc?
Dr. Kovac:
My little cousins — they are obsessed with you. You are their favorite rapper.
(smiling wider)
Because of them, I listened. And… my favorite video is Got Money.
Lil Wayne:
(laughs, surprised)
For real? You vibin’ with Got Money?
Dr. Kovac:
(nodding, eyes shining a little)
Yes. It reminds me… strangely… of Jesus.
(Wayne raises an eyebrow.)
When He went to the temple… and turned over the tables of the money lenders.
(mimics flipping a table with his hand)
To give the money to the poor.
Lil Wayne:
(leaning back, impressed)
Man… I never thought about it like that.
Dr. Kovac:
(sincerely)
You have a fire, Mr. Carter. An energy against greed.
(smiling)
It is good. Just… keep your brain clear. You are needed. Especially now.
Lil Wayne:
(touched, nods slowly)
Appreciate that, Doc. For real.