Chi-Raq Page #5

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with cars passing by!

How is it possible?

How is it possible

that not one witness

has come forward?

Not one!

How is it possible

that no one has the courage

and the conscience

to speak up for this family!

Somebody knows!

Somebody, help me!

Somebody!

Somebody knows!

Cynics say, "Well, if I snitch,

I'll be killed, too."

First of all,

when a murderer walks free,

we are all in danger!

But if multiple folks

come forward,

multiple folks

who witnessed these murders,

there is no one target!

What makes someone a target

is not the shooter.

That's right!

What makes someone a target

is the community

that surrenders to fear...

Yes!

...and becomes silent.

That's why

we at St. Sabina

must put out a $5,000 reward

for information

leading to the arrest

of Patti's killer or any killer!

Because we need to say

loud and clear,

"You cannot murder

our children!"

You cannot murder our children,

then go back to the crib,

turn on "SportsCenter,"

eat a Whopper and fries,

and act like nothing ever happened.

We will not allow this

self-inflicted genocide to continue.

We will not allow this

self-inflicted genocide to continue.

This is a disgrace!

This is a disgrace!

Patti lives!

Patti lives!

And Patti will have justice!

- Do you have faith?

- Yes!

- Do you want justice?

- Yes!

Are you willing

to get up and walk?

- Yes!

- Get up!

Hope wins!

Peace wins!

- Goodness...

- Wins!

- Righteousness...

- Wins!

- Love!

- Wins!

- Love!

- Wins!

- Love!

- Wins!

All right, Father Mike!

Police siren,

every day

People dying, every day

Mamas crying,

every day

Fathers trying, every day

Trying to get

my head straight

It's the city of Chi-Raq

Get your bed made

See death around

the corner

Boy, I dodge 'em

like I owe 'em

I don't talk

if I don't know 'em

Niggas plotting,

niggas on me

But I lost homies

Some died,

some crossed on me

I love the niggas

that's down for me...

What up, what up?

If the bills late

They rob you just

to get the bills paid

Niggas working

for a payout

Every day looking

for a way out...

Man, you got a lot of stuff

out here on this table.

You got everything going,

don't you?

Pssh.

Man, you got the lane

and you're blowing?

That's too much, man.

Yeah, just trying to keep

my mind off that bullshit.

Man, I don't want you

to be f***ed up like me, man.

Walk around being in a chair.

Can't move your legs.

Got to wear a motherfucking

undergarment.

F***ing shitting and pissing

on yourself for nothing.

Got to put these damn braces on,

these motherfuckers, every day.

These are reminders.

And for what?

If I wanna throw the "S" up?

Man, you gotta...

we gotta wake up, man.

Look at me, man.

F***ing tired of this sh*t, man.

Gave my whole life to this sh*t,

and I ain't got

nothing in return.

This sh*t here,

this Trojan-Spartan sh*t,

man, we gotta... we gotta

slow this sh*t down, man.

My son got shot.

He in a wheelchair now.

Quadriplegic.

Cat just stood over him,

capped him.

14 times.

For what?

Man, this ain't living.

This ain't life.

Chi, we gotta do

something different, bro.

We gotta do something different.

I don't wake up

every day to get high,

to cry, go to funerals.

Ain't you tired

of this sh*t, man?

I mean,

don't you wanna do something different?

Please pray

for my city

Too much hate

in my city

Too many heartaches

in my city

But I got faith

in my city

This Chi-Raq

and I love that

You can't take away

from my city

Some can't relate

to my city

They die every day

in my city, yeah

40s get clapped,

this story a fact

Niggas can't shoot,

so babies get whacked

That's how it is

in Chi-Raq

And y'all mad because

I don't call it Chicago

Well, I don't live

in no f***ing Chicago

Boy, I live in Chi-Raq

In Chi-Raq.

At first,

I thought you were all insane.

But on further review,

as a man who's taken

a vow of celibacy,

I know the power

of the sexual appetite.

I know this fruit is ripe.

But understand,

your ruse won't bring a truce.

Well, what will bring peace?

How about a job?

Affordable housing.

A good education.

Purpose, hope.

There's a lot of hate out there.

A lot of self-hate.

A lot of racial hate.

That Charleston massacre?

Murdered at a prayer meeting.

- Hate crimes.

- Assassinations.

Domestic terrorists.

South Kakalaki.

First to secede,

last to concede.

They built the Citadel

to take on Mother Emanuel.

It's the oldest

AME church in the South,

founded by

Denmark Vesey in 1822.

Their heritage is white supremacy,

through and through.

That evil young Klansman

Dylann Storm Roof?

He's the proof.

Post-racial... poof.

Storm wants his country back.

- Storm ain't getting it.

- It ain't his!

Storm is from a way of hate,

and we may not

be able to relate.

Those murders came from

a lower Carolina state.

Historically speaking,

evil's in that boy's blood.

Well, now,

the brothas on the block?

They do the white man's

murderous bidding for him.

Now, that form of hate,

we can't translate.

It enunciates.

But I will exterminate myself,

my kind, me!

Us.

The question remains.

Can your plan save us from us?

Company, halt!

- About face!

- Ain't that your boy?

General King Kong?

He wishes.

That's why I quit.

You know,

John Brown raided an armory

at Harper's Ferry

when he freed the slaves.

Show me what you're made of.

Right here, right now!

Assume the position!

General King Kong?

I wan to enlist.

Young lady,

speak to one of our

recruiting sergeants.

No, General!

My bestie Rasheeda,

she served under you.

She told me,

"Get behind that General King Kong."

Said you's a commanding officer.

Young lady...

may I speak to you in private?

Dick, H.W.,

Rice-A-Roni, W.,

Rummy.

No Clinton?

Where's President Hussein Obama?

I'd rather have an African

lion in the White House,

than a lyin' African.

You're too funny, General.

Young lady, I'm about

to show you something

few people have seen.

This is one of the most important

artifacts of the Civil War,

affectionately known

as Whistling Dick

because of the

terrifying sound it made

when it went off

and wreaked its deadly havoc.

Saved our Rebs

time and time again.

What do you call this, General?

The rammer.

Let me show you how it works.

Oh! Oh!

Shove it in the hole like so.

- Push it down real low, as far as it will go.

- Uh-huh.

And you pull it out real slow.

Look at you, General!

Oh!

Oh!

I'm always prepared.

Sucky sucky now.

Oh, you know what would

get me really Alabamy hot?

What? What?

Tell me.

- Hand to hand?

- Oh, no.

Watch you mount

old Whistling Dick.

- Ride it?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, like you old

General Stonewall Jackson

coming to rescue little old

darkie me from those Yankees.

- It would turn you on?

- Yeah.

I'm not just whistling Dixie.

Oh!

Whoo!

Here we go!

Come on!

- Ride it.

- Yeah.

- Ride it. You like that?

- Yeah, come on.

Yeah!

Let that pretty black steel

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