Baby Boy

There 's this psychiatrist...

...a lady named|Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.

She has a theory|about the black man in America.

She says that because|of the system of racism...

...he's been made|to think of himself as a baby...

...a not-yet fully formed being who|hasn't realized his full potential.

To support her claim,|she offers the following:

First off...

...what does a black man|call his woman?

Mama.

Second, what does a black man|call his closest acquaintances?

His boys.

And finally, what does a black man|call his place of residence?

The crib.

No!

I don 't want to lose my baby!

Baby!

Come on, babe.

You all right?

We'll go straight home, okay?

Jody!

Baby, come on.

Just take it easy, okay?|Just get in.

Take it easy, baby.

Baby?

Yvette?

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.

Peanut?

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.

One thing I know how to do|is make some pretty babies.

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 must be getting old. I'm doing the|same things I seen my mama do.

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...

...so I can sit here, tune you out and|sip my wine while my tomatoes grow.

My cabbage is over there.|My beans, onions and sage.

How's Yvette?

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.

I ain't gonna make no money here.|There's too many weed mans.

Let's go holler at these hos.

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.

Next thing you know,|he'll be goin' upside her head.

Ain't that the way it go?

Why are you still with him?|You're always at the clinic.

It ain't Jody's fault.|It take two.

I stopped taking my pills.

There you go blaming yourself again.

How many times do you call on|the phone about his ass?

Cut him loose. I don 't care|if you got a baby. He don 't own you.

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