Chi-Raq Page #4

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the jump-off, Bacchos?

We got the cheese.

Where the nachos?

Spartans trying to have

the club on lock, yo!

It's rough out here!

It's Saturday night.

We getting tight?

Not tonight.

Ain't no partying,

no dancing, no getting down.

- Why?

- Ain't a broad to be had.

Just a bunch of

hardheads going stag.

It's the same all over town.

Clubs is closing down.

Man, these womens have vanished.

Even the hos

is no-shows.

What the f*** is this, though?

What the hell?

I'll be goddamned.

What the...

Shee...

eee...

eee... it.

All right, peep this.

I got 30 girls stripping for me,

another five on loan,

and not one of them,

not one of them is answering

their goddamn phone.

This sh*t is wack.

Yeah, I mean,

at this time of the night,

the champagne room

would be full of life.

Young boys putting dollar bills

in the drawers

of all my pretty thrills.

Cyclops, we have

been struck by a plague

that will put that biblical

pestilence sh*t to shame.

And this famine only affects

the lower regions

where all you young Trojans

do most of your thinking.

I mean, this is the male

side of the aisle.

If you can't squeeze it,

you at least wanna...

wanna...

you know, tease it.

Oh, but... but...

but these hos have literally

shut down the penis power grid.

So my question to y'all

is what you

motherfuckers done did?

Huh?

The situation's out of control,

'cause I'm in front

of an empty stripper pole!

But you still got soul,

so you know your pole is... is gold.

Cyclops. Cyclops,

keep your eye on me.

Yo, we got you, Morris.

Don't worry about this, man.

I got this.

Know what I'm saying?

I got it between

my crosshairs, nah?

What you need is another eye.

There's not even

half an ass to look at.

One of these days,

man, you know,

you're gonna get tired of

them one-eye jokes and sh*t.

Sorry, man, I'm a little uptight

because there ain't no p*ssy

in the club tonight.

Where's yours on standby?

I can't sell standby.

I need some active duty,

first-class, "va-gina."

You need

active duty... booty?

Active duty... booty.

I'm glad you can find

humor in this.

Sometimes that sh*t just come to me.

I don't even know how, man.

You know what, man?

I would like to have somebody

on that pole tonight.

Beast, pole, baby.

It's not that kind

of club, young man.

Hey, man, go and get

on the pole.

What kind of insubordination

is this sh*t?

- Oh, no, we got it, boss.

- You need all you can get, Mo!

- Relax, I got this.

- Get yours, son.

- Yeah, do that sh*t.

- Do that spin, do that spin.

- Whoo!

- Yeah, that's right.

Hey, yo, Big Thelma,

where you going?

The US Virgin Islands,

a place my girls

ain't never seen.

Well, where your girls be at?

My b*tches told me to go,

say they're honoring the strike.

Say they don't care who likes.

- A ho strike?

- Sh*t, yeah.

Good thing I'm a dyke.

Can you believe this sh*t?

The heavens declare

Your greatness

and power

Creation proclaims

the works of Your hands

Holy, holy

Holy

Your people sing out,

exalting Your name

Jesus is Lord,

forever You reign

Holy, holy

Holy

He is our king

Worthy of honor

and praise

Yeah

He is our God

Awesome and mighty

to save

All power,

all glory

All praises

to Your name

All power,

all glory

All praises

to Your name

The heavens declare

Your greatness

and power

Creation proclaims

The work

of Your hands

Holy, holy

Holy

He is our king

Worthy of honor

and praise

He is our God

Awesome and mighty

to save

All... power

All power,

all glory

All praises

to Your name

All power,

all glory

All praises

to Your name.

Yeah!

Glory!

We don't mourn

like other people!

Hallelujah!

Praise him!

Praise him!

Can I get a "glory"?

Glory!

- Can I get an "amen"?

- Amen!

I'm gonna talk

about a life today.

An important life...

in our community.

A life...

that ends life.

The life...

of a gun.

- Ah, yeah.

- Oh, mercy! Mercy.

- Oh.

- That's right!

This gun began

its professional career

when it was purchased

by Tiny Tony from Chicago

at an Indiana gun show

using a fake Indiana ID

and bypassed all

of our strict gun laws.

Chicago gangs

buy the guns for big money...

Break it down.

- for their work...

- Mm-hmm.

in the underground economy.

Tell the truth!

That's right.

The underground economy exists

because banks

and lending institutions

rarely loan money

to poor people.

Is that right?

Right.

Say it!

Their children, however,

admire the thug life.

But they do so from the

safety of suburban Chicago!

- That's right!

- Kenilworth, Wilmette, Highland Park.

No, no, no, no.

This gun wouldn't be

caught dead there.

This gun is the principal player

in a reality TV

urban murder show

that can be seen every

night at 5:
00 and 10:00,

every channel,

on any news show you wanna watch.

And that's when this gun...

met our child Patti.

- Patti.

- Yeah! Yeah!

Patti is gone...

because our politicians

are in the pocket

of the National

Rifle Association!

They have become

their mouthpieces

or silent

co-conspirators!

Patti is gone...

because of an economy

that has abandoned the poor.

Downtown they say

unemployment is 5.7%.

How's that sound?

Right here in Auburn Gresham,

unemployment is 21%!

And that doesn't even count

people who have given up hope

and stopped looking for work.

The per capita income

is $12,000!

42% of us live

below the poverty line.

30% don't have

a high school diploma.

What America are they living in?

Yes!

We go from

third-rate schools

to first-class

high-tech prisons.

Mass incarceration

is the new Jim Crow!

Our Patti is gone

because gang members

are more concerned

with popping pills

and popping bottles,

more concerned

with what's on YouTube!

Say it, Father Mike!

More concerned with ego,

street cred, and greed

than a human life.

Patti's gone because

guns have become

a part of America's wardrobe.

Preach, Father Mike!

Where it is easier

to get a gun than a computer.

Sirens and gunshots

are our soundtrack.

Yellow police tape, teddy bears,

T-shirts, balloons...

these are the national

memorials of our neighborhoods.

And it doesn't look good.

Take your time!

Preach!

It didn't look good...

when the sky turned dark

and the sun refused to shine

and the earth began to quake

and they laid

Jesus's lifeless body

at the arms of Mother Mary!

Yeah! Preach!

And I don't need to go

back to biblical times!

It didn't look good

in a Birmingham church

when four little girls

were blown apart by hate!

It didn't look good

when Medgar was laying

bleeding to death

in his driveway.

It didn't look good when Malcolm

was shot down on the Audubon stage!

And it didn't look good

when Martin Luther King

stood on the balcony

of the Lorraine Motel

outside room 306

and at 6:
03

was taken from us!

And, no, it doesn't look good!

Not when Patti was lost

on a busy street

with folks going

to work and school,

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