- published: 16 Apr 2010
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Fish Tank is a 2009 British drama film written and directed by Andrea Arnold. The film won the Jury Prize at the 2009 Cannes Film Festival. It also won the 2010 BAFTA for Best British Film. It was filmed in the Mardyke Estate in Havering, the town of Tilbury, and the A13, and funded by BBC Films and the UK Film Council.
Mia Williams is a volatile 15-year-old. She lives on an East London council estate with her single mother, Joanne, and younger sister, Tyler. Mia is a loner, appearing to have had a falling out with her best friend Keely, and even tries provoking Keely's other friends as well as head butting the nose of one of them. Mia regularly practises hip-hop dance alone in a deserted flat.
Near the estate, Mia comes across a skinny, tethered horse in a traveller encampment. She tries to free it, only to be caught, taunted, and assaulted by two young men, the horse's owners. A third young man, Billy, brother of the other two, is more sympathetic. He explains that the horse is ill, and he befriends Mia.
[Verse 1:]
Family with gangsters, broke bread with the lifers
Fuck talking bout weed, instead I'm just getting higher
Kicking up on the road, seeing more cream than Breyers
I don't live with my mommy, in my crib I'm the provider
Put work in the hood, when they was starving out there
So you know if there's issues, I make that ass
disappear
Fifth talk, big gut, rap treating me well
Told them meet me at the trap house, like my Plaza
hotel
Buy a pack or get a job
Roll with the king or get embarrassed front' your broad
You heard me, don't make me put you niggas in a scope
(Interscope)
No Iovine, go 'head think this shit is a joke, then try
[Hook: x2]
One, put you in a scope
Two, clack, then the smoke
Put you, put you in a scope
Two, clack, then the smoke
One, put you in a scope
Clack, clack, then the smoke
Three, scoop you up and put your body in an envelope
[Verse 2:]
Shotty got a body on it, anybody want it
Seen the toughest cats get backed down on and run in
Keep it one hundred, you know I love my money
I love my money, gotta keep them dollars coming
Like them fiends on the track
War up in my hood, with them teens like Iraq
They don't strap, just
Bitch nigga, don't get robbed
Nothing goes down unless the Kushed God is involved
You heard me