Lifted Page #2

# Spirit

# Marvelous

# Spirit

Whoo-hoo!

[Clapping]

Whoo-hoo!

[Laughs and claps]

Well, I guess that's it.

[Sighs]

You know what your job is,

right?

What is it?

Take care of mom.

No, bud.

That's mom's job.

Your job is to go to school.

But most important,

You sing...

Every day,

All the time.

You hear?

Okay.

It'll be all right.

Yeah.

I promise.

You don't have to worry.

[Sniffles]

[Breathes deeply]

[Sniffling]

[Alarm ringing]

[Wistful music]

[Faint applause]

[Wistful music continues]

[Man singing distantly

in foreign language]

[Indistinct radio chatter

and motor rumbling]

[Helicopter rotors whirring]

Need help with that?

Yes, sir, sergeant.

What you got there, man?

Some new music from your little

blue-eyed soul wonder?

You know it.

Let me hear some, man.

Come on.

[Passionate guitar chords

strumming]

# Walking down

a cold and lonely road #

# I feel so much pain, sadness,

and hurt #

# Down in my soul

[Bluesy rock music]

# Wondering will I ever

see your face again? #

# And will the weight

in my heart ever be lifted? #

Are you sure

that's a white boy, man?

Come on.

# I open up my eyes,

I miss you #

# Every time I fall asleep,

I miss you #

# I want to scream

- Your boy got some flavor, man.

- Uh-huh.

# Every day is all about

how I miss you #

# Every time I close my eyes,

I miss you #

# Every day, walking the streets

to be near you #

All right.

# I feel you

# How can I help it?

# You know I miss you

He leaves this part

instrumental

For me to freestyle.

Oh, does he, now?

So let me see something.

Let me hear something, man.

What's going on?

- You first.

- Come on, man.

Oh, all right.

It's like that?

# I miss her much

# You know she gold

# My version

of Janet Jackson #

# With a little extra

bit of soul #

# You know how we roll

# Off the wall, on the floor

# By the shore

# Of the beautiful

river Jordan #

# Early in the morning till

we get up out this sand trap #

# With terminator gat

# On an adrenaline high

# Semper fi,

do or die #

# Cross the line,

bullets fly #

# 'cause it's you or I

# Guns smoking like sun spots

# Who got the drop?

# My band of brothers

light it up #

# Keeping it hot,

hoo-ah! #

All:
# Hoo-ah!

Come on.

Check it.

# It's the little things

I miss the most #

# At home with my son

sharing the mic post #

# When we suddenly overcome

# With the smell

of my wife's roast #

# Then we both know

to finish the song #

# I'm spitting,

he's hitting the right notes #

# If y'all were sitting there

hearing it #

# You would be swearing

it couldn't be white folks #

# And I might boast

# 'cause all that I have

to grasp #

# Are weapons and rifles

# As long as I rep

with my brother disciples #

# But a light goes,

give me restart #

# I can't see

the eyes of my son #

# And I welcome the day

to lay down my gun #

# And into my arms he will run

# I open up my eyes,

I miss you #

# Every time I fall asleep,

I miss you #

# I want to scream and shout

How can you do this?

Is this legal?

You listen to me.

My husband is in Afghanistan.

He's serving this country.

Do you understand?

If you're so sorry,

Then why

are you doing this to us?

I have to go now.

What's going on, mom?

[Sighing]

It seems that

we can't cover our mortgage

On your father's

military salary.

What?

The house

is going into foreclosure.

No.

No, wait.

I'll get a job.

No.

If anybody gets a job,

it's gonna be me.

And I just-

I tried for four months,

But it-you know?

This was apparently

a bad mortgage

That the bank tricked us

into signing with lower rates,

And now they want

to raise those rates

To three times as much and-

Which I don't understand.

And they don't care that

your father's on active duty.

What are we supposed to do?

I mean,

we can't just leave the house

That dad

expects to come back to.

Okay, well, baby,

what are our options?

Should we tell him

That we lost the house

while he's in Afghanistan,

Where he can do absolutely

nothing about it but worry?

Where are we gonna live?

[Sighs]

Well...

Until I get a job,

we'll have to stay with my dad.

What?

No, mom, he hates me.

He doesn't hate you.

He just-

he doesn't like the music

You and your dad listen to.

So just wear your headphones

while you're there.

It'll be fine.

I promise you,

it's just gonna be

For a short little while, okay?

[Sighs]

[Ignition turns over]

[Slow beeping]

[Dog barks distantly]

Hi, dad.

Mm.

I told you not to marry him,

didn't I?

Always thinking

he's better than us.

But have I ever

lost the roof over my head, hmm?

No, you haven't.

Mm.

That's not all coming inside.

I'll tell you that.

No, we'll store most of this

stuff at a friend's.

It's just for tonight.

Come on, baby.

Hey, Lisa.

Hey.

You can store some of that

stuff in here if you want.

I got room for you.

No, that's okay.

No, mom.

Let me carry this one.

He ain't wearing those kind

of clothes around here, Lisa.

This ain't

no jungle bunny ghetto.

You hear me?

I hear you.

[Sighs]

[Rooster crows]

Morning, mom.

[Sighs]

Morning, baby.

Do me a favor

and wear that today.

Why?

[Glass clinking]

Henry, baby, please.

I just want to keep the peace

while we're here, okay?

Mom, I can't wear this

to school.

I'm gonna get a beating.

Wow.

You've grown.

Mom!

Henry, it's not that bad.

Let me see your hem.

It's not that bad.

Anyway, you're much more likely

to get a beating

From your grandpa

from wearing those baggy pants.

I got to go.

What about breakfast?

No, thank you.

I'm late.

Ugh.

Henry.

Henry!

Henry,

you have to eat something.

[Sighs]

Hey, I'll eat it.

[Chuckles]

So...

You're sober now, huh?

Yeah.

A year and ten months.

Well, too bad.

'cause I got me some

of the finest local right here.

Oh, Clayton,

put that away, please.

You sure?

Just one little hit?

No. I have to go

to my meeting.

[Sighs]

Suit yourself.

- Honey, your backpack.

- Thanks, mom.

[Indistinct chatter]

I'll be damned.

Eminem turned into

Peewee Herman.

Look at his pants.

[Laughter]

Tell your mom to stop buying

crack and buy you some clothes.

And why don't you

tell your mom

to stop stuffing her face so she

can fit through the front door again?

Ooh-hoo.

- What'd you say?

- You heard me.

Hey!

Class.

After school.

[Sighs]

[Breathes deeply]

[Sighs]

My husband

is still in Afghanistan.

And we lost our house.

So...

We have to stay with my dad.

And this morning,

His neighbor offered me a hit.

I told him to put it away,

And I left.

But I really wanted a hit

so bad.

I imagine that moment when

All your problems disappear.

I just miss my husband so much.

And I worry about him so much.

The idea of not worrying,

Not missing

And feeling

Just...

A few moments of peace

Is just so tempting.

You know, but I prayed.

And I didn't give in

to that temptation.

So for today,

I'm okay.

[Applause]

[School bell ringing]

You little wimp.

We're gonna get you.

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