12 O'Clock Boys Page #4

somewhere else.

I mean, they firing

firefighters and police.

F*** the police.

Fire all the motherfuckers.

Hire some more firefighters.

They actually save lives.

They harass you. They wanna treat you like

you ain't sh*t, like you don't know sh*t.

I work every f***in' day. You ask

anybody. I work six, seven days a week.

And I make real good money. I pay these

whores. I pay their f***in' salary.

So f*** all the dirty cops.

I'm gonna say that till I die.

What's up, man?

What's up?

What's goin' on?

Nothin'.

Take these little dudes...

like, "I want some. "

I mean, for real, I have fun

watching 'em ride, so...

I enjoy this sh*t.

Wherever they build warehouses

that's far from a highway,

we take advantage of the situation

and jump out there and ride.

It's away from traffic and everything,

so we're not endangering anybody...

or breakin' any rules

or anything like that.

We just go back there and ride.

Dirt-bike riders

are dirt-bike riders. Period.

These little niggas back here,

they gonna always love dirt bikes.

Pug is one of them little type of

dudes where he gonna be a monster.

Another Chino,

another Greatest One.

That's what people don't realize.

They, like, "Oh, he's so small. "

Don't matter your size.

It matter your skill.

Put Anne in. Put Anne in.

How much you gonna

sell it to me for?

Stack for what? That.

I don't want that.

I don't want that.

I want that.

That's my wife.

That your wife there?

Yeah.

You guys all

set? Yeah.

Back it up a little bit.

When I got hit...

Stop, yo!

When I got hit, I hit a tree

and got knocked unconscious.

I broke my collarbone.

I fractured all of my face.

And my teeth came out.

I like...

I like the rush of it.

It's something you love,

you're gonna do it anyway.

In two weeks,

I'll be back out.

Police on the lookout...

for a dangerous

dirt-bike rider...

who nearly killed

six-year-old Corey Adams.

Witnesses say he's in his 20s,

with braids.

The dirt-bike driver

popped a wheelie,

lost control of his bike...

and slammed into

the six-year-old.

The driver got off his bike, shook

the unconscious child, then drove away.

And that six-year-old boy

is in serious condition tonight.

His family tells us he was hit so

hard his teeth were knocked out.

He did undergo surgery

earlier today.

Hey

Is that my brother's

keeper?

Yes, I am, I am

I ride for you, nigga

I die for you, nigga

And if I'm caught, I do

that time for you, nigga

I ride, ride,

ride for you

'Cause you my dog

I know you'd do

the same for me too

'Cause I'm your dog

You niggas know

what it is.

All you b*tch-ass

niggas.

Get that,

get that.

That's what we do

right over here.

Come here, b*tch.

Get that.

F***ed-up

goddamn b*tch.

I'm not broke yet.

How you doin'? What's your name?

Coco. Coco? My name is Cowboy.

How old am I?

You don't suppose to ask

a female how old they are.

Why? But, no, I'm not 27,

but thanks for the compliment.

I'm 30.

I'll be 37.

You look good.

Thank you.

How old are you?

You 40?

Yeah, I can tell.

Soul ]

Hey! That's my song.

That's that Sade.

Sometimes I need

a breather. Hey.

How many tons

of love inside

Girl, you can rape

me. I'm over age, y'all.

I can't say

When I was led to you

I knew you were

the one for me...

Honestly, I can't

even speak on the summer.

I just live day by day.

I can't even speak

on the future...

or what's gonna happen

because...

people die within

a blink of an eye.

So I live the day

how it go.

Pug got suspended from school

because he was fightin'.

This, like, the fourth time that

he done been suspended this year.

Like I say, I know

he goin' through stuff...

because his brother

passed away and all that,

and I'm goin' through stuff too.

But he thinks it's just all about

him and these bikes, and it's not.

I'm not havin' it. I'm not

losin' no more children.

And I'm not havin'

no more funerals...

for nobody bein' hardheaded.

See, all I gotta do is go to the

police station and drop him off,

and they'll keep him

down there for 12 hours.

He'll be hurt about that.

See, I never had that problem

out of Tibba.

Tibba sat up there

and listened to what I said.

You know, Tibba wasn't

a street runner.

But this one right here, I

don't know where he came from.

He just wild.

This is how

you slap somebody.

You spread your fingers out,

right? Spread 'em out.

Make sure they back.

Let 'em feel all palm.

Bom! Just slap 'em.

They, "Whoa!"

Leave a print

on their face.

Let us pray. O most

precious Heavenly Father,

we just thank

and praise you, Lord.

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This a, um,

baby map turtle.

They're chill.

They be, like,

on a branch or stick...

just gettin'

somethin' to eat.

And this one. A baby

alligator snapping turtle.

And when these get big,

these get up to 150 pounds.

So y'all don't know

where he might be at?

He won't answer his phone

for nobody.

He been gone since

9:
00 this morning,

and it's 6:
00

this evening.

So he haven't ate nothin'

or nothin'.

This don't make sense because he didn't

have no business leavin' the house.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

Go back... Get down!

Get down and go back

around back now.

I can't even let that boy

on the porch.

I turn my back, he gone

all the way across the street.

You keep hanging with

these dudes and stuff.

I don't know them people.

We live in a little

dangerous neighborhood.

All this east-side stuff

dangerous.

They shootin'

everywhere you go.

Oh, yeah. This is CR85, '06.

This right here... YZ85, '04.

So this what we got

so far right here.

These. Yeah, man.

My little man Pug right

beside me. We comin' hard.

No power, no power. Always be like this.

See, that's what he

wanna do. He wanna ride.

That's what he gonna do.

He gonna ride.

He behind it.

He behind it.

You behind that?

I'll see you tomorrow,

all right? All right.

All right.

None of that dirt-bike sh*t ain't

gonna get you nowhere in life,

'cause you damn sure ain't

gonna have no education...

or no high school diploma

if you don't stay in school.

And you surely won't have a job

as a veterinarian.

You could be a professional

dirt-bike rider...

and a veterinarian

at the same time.

I don't wanna be a

veterinarian. I wanna be...

No, you said you was

gonna be one,

and that's what the f***

you gonna be.

- No, I wanna be a dog catcher.

- Hell, no.

But, see, I'm puttin'

the whole body shield on him.

What the matter you?

I'm telling you, I'm getting

him... That sh*t cost $200.

I don't give a goddamn if it was

$1,000... so your bones won't break.

About time you do get in it,

somebody else... God forbid.

Something else gonna happen

to somebody else.

'Cause sh*t is real

out here,

and them polices

are not playin'.

We'll put together

and get the baby something.

We may not meet Sunday, but we'll

get something.

Albert Lemon, C.E.O., Regional

Security Protection Agency.

Former Baltimore city

police officer.

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