00Sex 2: Eye of the Hurricane Page #5

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That"s "cause you"re blinded by|the ass-kickin" I"m about to put on you.

Now get up out of my seat.

- Hey, come on now. Take it easy.|- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Calm down. Calm down.|- Let that motherf***er go.|-Just stop it. Listen.

- Not here.|- You know what? I wanna dance. You|wanna come over here and dance with me?

- Not here.|- Hey, I"m talkin" to you.|- Hmm?

Oh, you wanna fi ght,|oryou wanna dance?

- He ain"t worth it.|- Yeah, you wanna dance. Come on.

- Brother got a lot|of hostility up in him.|- Shouldllet myselfgo

ln his direction

- Come on, sweet thing. Let"s dance.|- ls his love strong enough

Formy heart"sprotection

- ldon"t know|- ldon"t know, ldon"t know

- ldon"t know|- ldon"t know, ldon"t know

- You dance nice.|- But he loves mesogood

- Tilllthinklshould|- Thankyou.

lflgave him my heart

- These hands were meant|for more than just fi ghting.|- Wouldhe refuse it

Wouldhe tearit apart

- Ortenderly use it|- Her name was Mae Thelma.

- ldon"t know|- And she was the prettiest woman|I had ever seen.

- ldon"t know|- ldon"t know, ldon"t know

But he hugs meso tight

Tilllthinklmight

You got a girl around?

No. I ain"t got no girl.

No?

Well, I had a good time|with you tonight.

- Mae Thelma, is that you?|- Yeah. Mama, I"ll be right up.

- You gon" call me tomorrow?|- I"m gon" call you tonight.

- No, you can"t call me tonight now.|- I"ll call you tomorrow then.

You"ll call me tomorr--

- Is that your father?|- No. My father"s asleep.

- Your name Rubin Carter?|- Yeah.

- You"re comin" with us.|- For what?

You heard the man.

What"d you think,|we weren"t gonna fi nd you?

You still owe me time.

All right. Get out.

- This way now.|- Okay.

From that moment on...

I decided to take control|of my life.

I made up my mind|to turn my body into a weapon.

I would be a warrior-scholar.

I boxed. I went to school.

I began reading|W.E.B DuBois, Richard Wright.

Move, tier one! Move it!

So I gave up|all the worthless luxuries...

that most inmates crave--

the girlie books, fags,|cigarettes, the movies.

I hated them.

In fact, I hated everyone.|I didn"t even speak English.

I spoke hate,|and its verbs were fists.

I made up my mind|to turn my body...

into a weapon that would|eventually set me free...

or kill anyone who sought|to keep me in prison.

On September 2 1 , 1 961 ...

I was released,|and I vowed upon everything holy...

never to come back to prison again.

I had spent almost half my time|on this Earth...

in jail.

Hey, come on, Lesra.|Time to get up. Breakfast, buddy.

Yeah. Yeah, all right.|Yeah, I"m up. I"m up.

Did you get any sleep?|Your light"s been on all night.

I just can"t stop reading, man.|This book"s about my life.

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