First Time Felon Page #4

Because you're happy

just to be a motherfucking n*gger.

The clock is ticking, son.

You have no time.

l don't believe you'll make it through

that motherfucking flood.

Get out.

When l get outta here...

...l'm gonna come back down here

and smoke Calhoun.

Yeah?

Well, l'll posse with you.

Motherf***er talking all kinds of crazy sh*t.

He the type of motherf***er

hate his own damn race.

Call me a n*gger.

That's the type of n*gger right there.

Gotta say ain't nothing but an Uncle Tom.

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Yes, he is.

A staggering amount of the Midwest

is underwater tonight,,,

,,,as the deadly Mississippi

continues to rush southward,,,

,,,destroying everything in its path,

It's official, folks,

This is the worst flood

to hit the Midwest in 100 years,

As one exhausted volunteer put it,

all you can do is hope for the best,

All right, off the bus and fall in!

Let's go! Move, move, move!

Rednecks.

Confederate flag

under them damn sandbags.

Sims, give me 50!

-Mary McBride, Dept. of Corrections.

-Civil Defense, welcome aboard.

Thank you.

Might not look too bad

on a nice day like this.

A hundred miles north of here,

it's raining like hell.

We're gonna get the full brunt of that

when it rolls down here.

The crest is already rising fast.

We'll have to raise this whole bank

...or we'll lose 1,500 acres of crops,

and the whole town of Niota.

Okay.

All right, l wanna see those sandbags

move. Let's go, team. Go, go!

Let's make those sandbags

fly through the air.

Let's go!

What the hell is this?

l ain't working with these people!

You talking about my men?

How we supposed to work

with one hand on our wallet?

Military don't work with convicts.

l didn't realize a yearly camp-out

made you fellas military.

You're just a prison guard.

You got no say over us.

You just keep the criminals away from us.

-Where you from, Guardsman?

-Kentucky.

How's about l just kick your ass

all the way back to Paducah?

Let's move those bags!

Let's show these people, man.

Move those bags!

Come on, let's go, come on.

Come on!

Work those bags, come on!

Move those bags!

-Hoo-rah!

-Hoo-rah!

-Some people say we're just no good,

-Some people say we're just no good,

-Sometimes we don't do what we should,

-Sometimes we don't do what we should,

But then some good come from our hood,

-We work for the pride, don't need no pay,

-We work for the pride, don't need no pay,

-One sandbag!

-One sandbag!

-Two sandbags!

-Two sandbags!

That fish of yours stinks.

This here is catfish. This is soul food.

Excuse me.

You men have done a fantastic job today.

-Y'all eat up.

-Thank you, ma'am.

-There's plenty more.

-Okay, ma'am.

lf you don't want it,

l might as well help myself.

You're insulting these people who made

this meal with your lack of manners.

Your meal is done, boy.

You get outside, you wait outside.

And you're next.

We will not break discipline, gentlemen.

We will not. Understood?

And we will not eyeball me, Yance.

Get out, you, too. Go, get out!

That means now, Yance. Go, now!

Do we have a problem?

Okay, we all have a problem.

Everybody, get the hell out.

l'll teach you goddamn fools!

All right, men, you have been disciplined.

Now go back and finish your meal!

They need to eat to keep their strength up.

You embarrassed them

in front of the whole town!

l know you have your agenda

and l respect that, but you go too far!

One more time

and l will see to it that you are suspended.

-Don't worry about your town,

-Don't worry about your town,

-We ain't gonna let you down,

-We ain't gonna let you down,

-Pick you up and turn you around,

-Pick you up and turn you around,

-You must be thirsty after all that work.

-Thank you, ma'am.

l'd work all day

with this fresh air out in the wilds.

-ln ''the wilds?''

-Wilderness.

Whatever you wanna call it. lt's beautiful.

Where l come from you can't even breathe.

The buildings cramp you in so.

Nothing like this.

All these beautiful trees, fresh air.

Hey, everybody!

Grandview is underwater!

lt's headed your way!

Sharon's got a sister in Grandview.

lf you don't mind me asking, sir...

...what would happen if this town floods?

Well, the bolt factory outside town

will definitely flood.

Sharon works there.

Most people here do.

They'll all lose their jobs.

People's homes...

...they'd be ruined.

No home, no job.

Families will have to move.

The town just won't be the same.

-l'm gonna call you ''nature boy''.

-Those frogs eat them damn mosquitoes.

This air out here is straight.

-Got some decent people, too.

-For crackers.

They're people just like you and me.

So, what you saying?

-We need to save this damn town.

-Yeah, do some good work.

Come back down here,

work on a damn farm.

That right? l'll ride the tractor.

Put a spoiler on it.

-Yo, Greg.

-What's happening, player?

What will we do

when we get back on the streets?

Sh*t, man. l'm just trying to do

what l got to do, you know?

You know l'm Disciple, and you...

...you still Vice Lord.

Sh*t. Listen here, dude.

-l'm just trying to live my life.

-One life to live, huh?

Ta-dow.

Ta-dow.

Hey, dude, you ain't moving nothing.

This is how.

Sims!

Get over here!

After 3 inches of rain last night,

flood waters destroyed main levees,,,

,,,40 miles north of Niota,

Niota's in a bad place.

When the flood passes this curve,

it's gonna hit us hard.

-You have children?

-Yes, sir, two boys.

-You a free man in what, two weeks?

-Eight days, sir.

How'd you get involved

in the drug business?

-Did your mother sell drugs?

-My mother didn't sell no drugs, sir.

Okay, what about your father?

l don't know!

Where is your father? He still alive?

l don't know, sir.

-l'm just asking. What's your excuse, son?

-Ain't no excuse here.

Don't bullshit me.

There's always some excuse.

''My family was poor,

l didn't have no father.

''My mother was turning tricks.''

lt doesn't stop with you,

your mother and father.

You got children of your own

and they're watching you.

And if your kids say:

''My daddy is a gangbanger,

my daddy is a drug dealer.''

You're giving your kids the perfect excuse.

Don't talk about my kids!

You're gonna go get a gun and shoot me

'cause l dissed you, huh?

-Just don't talk about my kids.

-Put your goddamn hand down, boy.

-What about the mother of your children?

-Don't even talk about her!

l'll teach my kids!

Teach your kids what, boy?

How to be a gangbanger?

How to sell a $5 vial of crack cocaine?

You leave that man alone!

Leave that man alone!

-My kids ain't like that!

-Your kids shooting our people.

-Robbing our people.

-You all talk!

-Don't walk away from me!

-lnmate, be quiet now!

Sergeant, l want you--

What!

You ain't gonna do nothin'!

When your kids come to boot camp,

l won't let them back on the street!

l swear, l'll kill your motherfucking ass!

You ain't doing nothing to my kids,

dammit!

l hit hard, don't l?

Seven more years in the penitentiary.

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