Chi-Raq Page #3

---

Lord

Oh, and through

the stress

Oh, I know somehow

It has to get better

Yeah, yeah

Sometimes

you get left, yeah

Left with

nothing at all

Oh, still

I, I know

I know it will

So I run

Run

Run on through

Oh, I press

Press my way

Press my way through

Oh

Oh, I run

Run on

Run on through

Look at all

he's run me through

Yeah

Love

Well, see,

I keep running on

Running, running

on through

See, I'm gonna

press my way

Keep pressing a way

Pressing my way

on through

Oh, I run.

Irene,

your daughter is another victim

to the senseless violence

here in Englewood

on the South Side of Chicago.

What do you want people to know?

- What can people do?

- You know...

these babies don't ask to be

caught up in the middle of this.

They don't.

If y'all know anything,

if you've seen anything,

heard anything,

please, do something.

Say something.

Where's your heart?

What's up, girlfriend?

You unhappy staying

at Miss Helen's crib?

You know how old people live.

That ain't the thing, Rasheeda.

- I'm on fire.

- Burn, baby, burn.

We agreed to hook up,

make this plan.

Where the females at, huh?

Laid up with some man.

- Oh, no.

- Hell, no.

Hell, no!

- Marcy! Tee-Tee!

- It was today?

Damn right it was today.

You know I was waiting

on a line from Jackson.

He's in Afghan seeing action.

Waiting on his call,

I went to the mall.

Little man wanted

some Cap'n Crunch.

He eat it for breakfast,

maybe lunch.

Get in the damn car.

Sorry, Eddie.

- Whose crib this be?

- Indigo.

Indigo?

Isn't that Cyclops's

main squeeze?

Cyclops' bae?

Yo, I got on purple.

She a woman, we all black women.

That's the matter

at hand, sista.

Yeah, yeah, I can dig

your sista app,

but make sure

they don't bust no caps.

- Can I help you?

- 'Sup, Indigo?

You CoverGirl clean.

That figure

brick shithouse mean!

Mm-hmm,

this about who set your house on fire?

- What y'all tired strags want?

- Man, what y'all want?

Hey, man, chill with that shrill

before I whup your butt, slut!

Yo!

I got a kid with me,

y'all. Relax.

- Peace! Peace and hair grease!

- Calm down.

- Check your girl!

- Check her!

Check the ignorance.

- We all sistas here.

- B*tch, I ain't your sista.

- This my running partner Dania and my ace boon coon Hecuba.

- What?

- And I know you know Kenya the Rapper.

- Nah.

I ain't putting out fear,

so what y'all trying to steer?

God forbid Cyclops find y'all

Spartan tricks up in here.

Everybody here got a man in

the orange and purple colors,

banging and slanging,

fighting for the flag,

risking that long zip

of the cadaver bag.

- It's how we live.

- It's how we die.

You wanna lose

your man to a drive-by?

In a pine box 'fore he's 25?

- I lost my cousin.

- And I lost my little brother.

I lost my nephew.

My uncle got killed

two weeks ago,

and like always,

nobody saw nothing.

All to the bang-bang.

Bang, bang.

We've all lost people, too,

many a sister and brother.

Now, I'd like to see

Cyclops and Chi

put down that mess between

the Trojans and the Greeks,

but that day looks bleak.

What if we could devise a method

to end the bloodshed?

Yo, count on me.

You need money?

I'll pawn all the gold

around my neck,

then get turnt up

till I'm a wreck.

Hey!

I am ready to split myself

up the middle, give you half.

I'm down for the cause, but how?

We force our men

to negotiate peace

by exercising

cocksure self-control

and total abstinence

from knocking the boots.

I never did like y'all Trojan

chickenheads any goddamn way...

- Oh, no!

- Yeah, you heard me!

- Get up out of here.

- Y'all kicking us out?

Get out of here.

Shoot 'em up.

Bang, bang.

Please, please, just sit down.

We ain't gonna be that long.

Rasheeda, shut the f*** up.

Give me one more minute.

Hey, I got my son with me.

I gotta go.

Marcy, this has to do

with your son.

Just a minute ago, you was ready

to split yourself up the middle.

Go ahead,

so y'all Spartans can get out of here.

I just saw a mother

weeping in the streets,

her baby's blood spilt.

Man, you really think something

like that could bring peace?

Y'all know the power

we have over them

withholding just a day.

- A week?

- You're right.

- Ooh.

- Imagine a month.

A year!

Oh, they gonna bring the peace!

Suppose... suppose

that the men just dump us.

If we all hold out,

who can they go to?

The THOTs.

Them hos over there!

Well, we will enlist them, too.

If we want our men alive,

we want our babies to thrive,

we gonna have to organize.

Repeat after me.

I will deny all rights

of access or entrance...

I will deny all rights

of access or entrance...

...from every husband,

lover, or male acquaintance...

...from every husband,

lover, or male acquaintance...

...who comes to my

direction in erection.

...who comes to my direction in erection.

Uh, come on.

Say it!

- Come on.

- Girl, I can't...

- I can't do this. No!

- Come on!

If he should force me to lay

on that conjugal couch...

If he should force me to

lay on that conjugal couch...

...I will refuse his stroke

and not give up

that nappy pouch.

...I will refuse his stroke

and not give up

that nappy pouch.

No peace?

No p*ssy!

Ah!

The red wine has been drunk.

The plan is now struck.

Dolmedes must tell you fellas,

y'all about to get punked.

Lysistrata had them all

take a solemn oath.

Stop the murder madness

or there would be no more pokes.

Some even thought

the sh*t was a hoax.

How could them females give up

the long dick and the downstroke?

This must be some bullshit!

Ain't no f***ing way!

But y'all about to find out

these gals don't play.

No more poonani,

nookie-pie,

beehive, or honeybun.

No coochie, no nappy dugout.

That's right.

You gets none.

Say what?

To be so damn smart,

you know you're tweaking, right?

You lame as hell,

playing games for real

with this wack-ass

panty strike,

and that's that sh*t

we don't like.

You wanna choose to be rude?

B*tches gonna be tight when you make

'em lose they dudes.

I don't know who you think

you're trying to change.

I'm Trojan through and through.

That's stronger

than any damn screw.

It's even bigger than you.

All you care about

is this tired gangsta game.

Well, it's lame!

You think you'll die with fame?

Negro, two days later,

no one will even

remember your name.

Your machismo

is really masochism.

That's why

I'm cutting off your jism.

As long as you love

the life more than a wife,

we strike.

Why you so frigid?

Why don't you let me

thaw you out

with this ice pick?

You know you can't resist

a chocolate lick.

Chill out.

Your next move

is your best move,

and it gonna be smoo...

Fine.

Remember that little kiddie rhyme.

369, Indigo drank wine.

Made the chicks walk

that no sex line.

But the line broke,

and them b*tches choked.

And Lysistrata

and her former friends

got replaced

by some tighter pokes.

Bye.

- Be...

- Safe!

What's happening with

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes