Freedom Writers Page #4

you live in ours.

Or until we find one.

- Or until you build us one.

- Yeah.

With extra sinks.

You're a teacher

because you say you are.

I have this idea.

We're gonna be covering poetry.

Who here likes Tupac Shakur?

It's 2Pac.

Raise your hand.

Really? I thought there'd be more fans.

I have the lyrics to this song printed out.

I want you to listen to this phrase

I have up on the board.

It's an example of an internal rhyme.

What he does is

very sophisticated and cool, actually.

"Man-child in the promised land

couldn't afford many heroes

"Moms was the only one there

Pops was a no-show

"And, no, I guess you didn't know

that I would grow to be so strong

"You looking kinda pale, was it the ale?

Oh, pops was wrong

"Where was the money that you said

you would send me?

"Talked on the phone

and you sounded so friendly"

- Think we don't know 2Pac?

- White girl gonna teach us about rap.

No, it's not that.

See, what I was trying to do...

You have no idea

what you're doing up there, do you?

You ever been a teacher before?

And teacher gets nailed, y'all!

All right, Jamal, enough.

Jamal! That's enough!

You know what? I want you to move

to this front seat right here now.

- What?

- Come on.

I am sick of these antics

in my classroom.

Well, there you are.

I was wondering when

you were gonna lose that damn smile.

Switch with Ben.

- Come on.

- I can't go back there alone.

- It'll be fine.

- No, it won't.

I'm not sitting near him.

I ain't going up there without my homey.

I'm not sitting back there alone!

- All right.

- Shut up.

All right, you know what?

I want you all to move

to this side of the room.

You in the back, up here.

Sindy and all of you, move to the back.

Come on. Let's go. Now!

Get your ass back to China, all of y'all.

- You're all little midget-ass punks.

- Move before I stomp your peanuts.

Boo!

Get your ass to the back, boy.

Get off my desk.

So, everybody happy

with the new borders?

Eva?

Where are you going?

Hey! Hey!

This is bull! Come on, man! What the...

What the hell? Damn!

I want my money back!

This sh*t took my damn money!

I want my damn money back!

Look what you putting me through. Sh*t!

Learn to speak the damn language!

You're from this country, aren't you?

I want my money back!

I want my money back!

I want my money back!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on, come on, girl! Let's go!

Paco was scared.

In the car, he said,

"You can't go against your own people,

your own blood. "

The same words

my father used so many times.

Only I saw Paco.

The others were turned away.

So when the police questioned me,

I knew I had to protect him.

All right, everyone, we need to get

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