Chi-Raq Page #10

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And you won't make bail.

And it's privatized now

to capitalize.

No more insurance card.

No more family to feed.

You hanging from a tree.

You're not even

costing them money.

You're making them money.

And nobody's gonna

hear your bitching

'cause this is a new

legal form of lynching.

That's all you got,

huh, Padre Miguel?

God loves you.

I love you.

And I believe in my heart you

have a higher purpose than this.

Presided over

your father's funeral.

That mean anything to you?

That enough for your

little collection basket?

Thank you for the donation...

towards the $5,000 bounty

leading to the arrest

of Patti's killer.

I'll pray for you.

Be safe.

Hey, hey.

Come on, let's go.

Any chance you could

pull your pants up?

Yo, Lys.

It's me, Chi.

Come to your senses?

- I got a proposition.

- Speak.

- A showdown.

- A showdown?

- That's right.

- Who?

- Me and you.

- I'm not gonna shoot you.

Not a death match.

It's a sex match.

First one to surrender loses.

You lose, you end all this.

No charges filed.

You'll make a public statement

apologizing to all men.

It's over.

Done with.

And when I win?

You get whatever it is

you're trying to do.

P-E-A-C-E.

P-I-E-C-E.

Pretty damn sure of yourself.

You are cruel

You're unkind

I was fine

Without your love

And I can't undo

I can't unwind

Now I want it

desperately

Now I want it desperately

I'm turning blue

by your side...

- Contact.

- There he is.

This is better than

the goddamn Super Bowl.

Pop them on the griddle.

Dice 'em, slice 'em,

bait 'em, stew him

in his own caresses.

Justice.

- I wish.

- I pray.

We should all pray.

'Cause I want it

desperately...

- What it do?

- 'Sup?

It's been a while.

Three months,

13 days, three hours,

seven minutes, and two seconds.

Counting days, huh, bae?

That's how long we women

have been on strike.

I see you still on fleek.

Not playing meek.

Damn!

Oh, fine!

You know I got feelings for you.

Feelings for me?

Down to the bone.

Chi, I'm not picking

a bone with you.

I know you miss

Daddy Dick Nasty.

Not more than you

miss this steamy,

creamy, hot butter biscuit.

Hot butter biscuit.

I'm on fire with desire.

Bring it out.

And it can

get better, baby

If you try

Onset fever

In the night

It's the midnight crawl

The bedside stroll

Oh, oh, oh,

desperately...

- A brass bed?

- That's enemy lead.

Mmm, that's a big ass brass bed

for banging black booty.

What?

My wife's biracial.

Whoever comes first loses.

Oh, I hurt, baby

I can love again

Too far away, baby...

We had some good times.

A few.

Especially in the AM.

You always liked it

in the morning.

Like you liked it at night.

Yeah.

Right and tight.

Missed you.

I missed you back.

You got them bedroom eyes.

Like your man Biggie say,

they hypnotize.

And like your man Tupac said,

how do you want it?

Mm.

Remember our first?

We was in a club.

You was looking too damn good.

I had the chicken and waffle.

- You had the ribs.

- Yum, yum.

Took you to the crib,

showed you how I live.

Got you some wine.

Yeah.

Beautiful time.

Mm.

You smell good.

I know.

Now what about peace?

Sh*t, you the only piece I need.

Baby

You can love again,

too far away...

Turn them goddamn motherfucking lights out!

Come on, baby, just come.

Come for me.

Come for me, baby.

Yeah.

Oh! Oh, Chi.

Sh*t.

Missed giving it to you.

We gonna win.

We gonna win.

Oh, sh*t!

We done, yo.

- Cyclops?

- Oh!

Oh!

- That's my man.

- What?

We done.

You know we wrong, right?

- The f*** you mean we wrong?

- Dead wrong.

I want my woman Indigo more than

I want a dead yo Spartan purple.

Not getting some because

we out here acting dumb?

I'd rather my Glock don't

cock than my nuts stay numb.

Lysistrata took no pity.

Turned out every gangster in this city.

Global, really.

I asked Cyclops to be here.

You've been played for peace.

This the 411.

Listen to your queen, son.

I had time

to reevaluate my sh*t.

Don't think I turned b*tch,

but motherfuckers like us in the life,

we, too, need to strike.

Put some change in our refrain

and stop all of this

killing pain.

Thus...

we the United Federation

of Gangsterism

for the State of

Drillinois hereby decree

we cashing in our chips.

Done with all of this dumb sh*t.

Now we just waiting on you.

So what it be, G?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Whatever, nigga.

Look, I'm over here

putting in work.

I got this.

I'm about to win.

We got this.

We...

got nothing.

Every Fortune 500 company

has signed the peace accord

ensuring that every person

in the hoods of America

of employment age

is guaranteed a job.

And I don't mean

no minimum age neither.

New hospitals and mental

health facilities

will be built by the

United States government.

And finally,

there will be a much needed trauma center

on Chicago's South Side.

Lysistrata,

this is what justice looks like.

We will now sign

the peace accord.

Yeah.

Peace is not the absence of war,

but a newfound love

for one another.

Your johnsons brought

you to the table,

but that truce is unstable.

We need truth and

reconciliation for the victims,

the ones that live

with this pain of loss

and must deal with

the long-term human cost.

Chi-Raq.

We are the Mothers of the Hoods.

All have lost someone

to this senseless war.

There will be

no birthdays for them.

No first dates.

No walk down the aisles.

No tomorrows.

Why the f*** y'all got

me on full blast?

Why y'all trying

to put me on Front Street?

This is my Pam.

She is 10 years old.

- I don't want to hear that sh*t.

- Chi! Please.

One summer day

back when we lived in the

Cabrini-Green Projects,

Pam was outside

jumping double Dutch

when they started shooting.

She was shot

through her left eye

by a stray bullet.

This was over 20 years ago.

And children dying

from stray bullets

wasn't a common occurrence

like it is today.

Days later, a young man

came to my apartment

and he begged my forgiveness.

Then he confessed to the police.

Back then it was a violation

of the gang code

to murder children.

He knew.

He knew

if he didn't confess

to me and the police,

that the gangs

would end his life.

That man was your father.

Jamel.

Never knew him.

Only heard stories.

Got killed in prison

when I was just a shorty.

He tried to be a good man.

You can be a good man.

Be a good man.

Be a good man.

Be a good man.

Be a good man.

Be a good man.

Be a good man.

I did dirt.

You got something you wanna say?

I killed your baby Patti.

God!

It was an accident.

God!

God!

God!

Pray for me.

Please.

What y'all looking at?

Time for you to do the same.

Take the blame.

Take the claim.

Take it on the chin

and confess your sins.

Be a man and quit trying to

suppress this pain you in.

Hell of a mess,

this gang you in.

Sleepless nights.

Too weak to fight.

Couldn't reach us

to teach us right.

Our crying mothers.

Our dying brothers.

D and D, that's what they want us to be.

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