Kindness and compassion got nothin' on lotto.
The gang talks Jesus into coming along on a drug buy financed by Boonie's mom.
Vic vows to remove Jesus from the neighborhood, and hires Lloyd to be his "eyes and ears in the streets" and keep tabs on him. Meanwhile Jesus and the gang find the perfect lot for the garden, only to face instant extortion from local Mexican gangsters.
Fed up with the commercialization of the holiday, Jesus makes a Christmas wish of his own. When it's granted, he's forced to face the unintended consequences of life without divinity.
AmBro, the head of security at The New Compton Gardens, has formed a militia to scare off drug dealers in the hood. In a show of force, his troops take over the street for a day, which screws up a drug deal the gang planned for that day.
Jesus lets Boonie have the power of Christ so he can see how difficult being the Son of God really is. While Boonie is trying to figure out how to make his new powers work for him, Jesus takes a skip day for himself.
There's a vigilante in Southwest Compton, and he's taken matters into his own hands. Jesus has to stop him before he goes too far.
Ms. Tudi miraculously scores a small business loan, and now she can open "Tudi's Wigs, Weaves and Whatnots." The Korean Bitch Mafia isn't happy the store is on their turf, and that means war.
Boonie thinks he has been possessed by the soul of a dead gangster and begins acting like a serious badass. That day, Lloyd serves Jesus papers - he's taking him to "Homey's Court" for making him sober, and to settle up for $600.
Jesus suddenly finds himself as the coach for the Compton Devils junior high football. His agenda to spread love and kindness is at odd with winning at all costs, and we see his struggle play out in the big game.
The gang talks Jesus into starring in a reality show after a sleazy producer promises them fame and fortune. It's a disaster from start to finish, but Jesus is determined to get Pop's good word out as a result.
Had to argue those curls.
Please, not MySpace.
Nobody's perfect, not even your Boy.