There 's this psychiatrist...
She has a theory|about the black man in America.
She says that because|of the system of racism...
...what does a black man|call his woman?
I don 't want to lose my baby!
Come on, babe.
You all right?
We'll go straight home, okay?
Baby, come on.
Just take it easy, okay?|Just get in.
Take it easy, baby.
You going to sleep?
Are you hungry?
I'll go to Lucy's and get you a cheese|enchilada and a strawberry shake.
That'd make you feel better.
I'm fine, Jody.
You don't need Daddy|to be here for you?
I'm just trying to take care of you.
Seems like you already done that.
Leave me alone, Jody.|Just get out of my face.
Then I guess you don't mind|if I use your car, huh?
Since you're going to sleep.
What's up, little homie?
What's going down with you?
Get the hell home.
Why are you screaming?|I'm hungry. Fix me some food.
You gonna give me some love?
Hey, Ms. Herron.|How's Daddy's little girl doing?
Look at you. Suckie-suckie, now.|Come on.
How's Daddy's little baby?
-Jody, you're parked in the driveway.|-Sorry. I'll move it.
Least you can do|is wash mine before you leave.
I got it.|Say, "Daddy got it, Grandma.
Daddy got it all under control."
Look at my pretty baby.
That's my baby.|That's my little girl.
When will you say "Daddy"?|You want to go to Disneyland?
That's my baby.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Go on and pull the damage out.
What you doing to the backyard, Mama?
I told you I was starting a garden.
You've said that for the longest.
I'm planting collards,|mustard greens...
...and all this over here|will be my corn.
Tomatoes. Then I'll get|a lace awning at Home Depot...
She's all right. Sleeping.
I can't give you money|every time you get a girl pregnant.
I know, Mama.
This is Melvin.|He's helping me with my new garden.
He owns a landscaping business.
Maybe you can work for him|and make some money.
Your mama told me you got a problem|finding a job.
I know how that is.
I had that problem too,|before I got my own business.
I'll take these back to the truck.
I'm gonna see you later?
I hope so.
So you got a new boyfriend now?
Mama gotta have a life too.
I'm trying to get money.
That's all I'm about. I desire sleep.
-Hey, homie. Want some weed?|-No, man. I'm cool.
How's moms doing?
She cool.|I think she got a new boyfriend.
Some old thug-ass nigga.
I know she'll want to kick me out.
He'll want to lay up in the house,|move me out so he can get at Mama.
Ain't that the way it go?
It ain't Jody's fault.|It take two.
Cut him loose. I don 't care|if you got a baby. He don 't own you.
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