Chi-Raq Page #3

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Kicked ass from coast to coast

till both shoe toes were shitty.

Chewed up electric lines

and pissed out lightning bolts.

Hit Godzilla so hard,

it gave Mothra's daddy a jolt.

Sank the Titanic

with a frozen turd,

then won 10 Grammys

and didn't sing or rap

one goddamn motherfucking word.

Now, I told you about the Signifying

Monkey and rapped about shine,

but this here tale of two cities

is one of a kind.

It all started with

a gorgeous Nubian sister.

Baby so fine,

she made George Zimmerman

and Darren Wilson

wanna kiss her.

As tough as Coffy

and sexy as Foxy Brown.

Hell, Beyonc Knowles

herself even had to bow down.

They call her Lysistrata,

a woman like no other.

This chocolate brown sister

was finer than a motherf***er.

She could put fear

in a pit bull,

made Bruce Lee flee,

knocked out Frazier and Ali,

then ran Money Mayweather

up a sycamore tree.

With a mind like Einstein

- and a truly...

- Yo, what's up, girl?

...luscious behind,

that gal put

gap-goody hurting

on all mankind.

Drive-by.

Spartans and Trojans beefing.

Little girl, Patti,

wrong place, wrong time.

Messed up.

Barbara, you see the shooter?

Behind the yellow tape.

Know what I'm saying?

Behind the yellow tape.

Oh, boy.

Somebody called me to tell me...

- Ma'am, please.

- What happened?

- What's going on?

- Ma'am.

My baby.

That's my baby.

Ma'am, please.

Is that my...

- Is that... what happened?

- Ma'am...

You have to go

down to the morgue

for identification, ma'am.

But that's my baby.

Is that my...

- Patti!

- You can't cross the line, ma'am.

Please.

Did y'all see something?

You ain't seen nothing?

Ain't nobody out here

seen nothing?

And I can't even get

to my own child!

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

- What happened? Don't touch me!

You don't even deserve

to look at my child's body

laying right there

on this ground!

None of you!

You gonna get

your day, Lysistrata.

You and your damn boyfriend.

You got what's coming.

I want you to look at her.

Look at her right there.

That's a seven...

a little baby!

A baby!

A baby.

I can't take this no more.

Your daughter's in heaven.

Because it could be you next time!

Will you be standing

around looking then?

This nothing has nowhere to go.

Welcome to my home.

Come on in.

Come on.

Why don't you move

in with that boy of yours,

Machine Gun Kelly?

Wouldn't be safe.

I suppose he'll be gunning

for who set that fire.

Y'all make my tired ass tired.

There are children here

in Englewood.

Does that mean anything to you?

Running up the street,

shooting and killing.

Do you care at all?

- Maybe I should leave.

- No. Sit.

Stay.

You're gonna deal

with this today.

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