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kevin anglade - i. emotions (intro) lyrics

ruth: h+llo
roy: hey, it’s me
ruth: do you know what time it is right about now?
roy: you mean to tell me that i can’t check on my baby girl?
ruth: she’s fine
roy: look, i’m sorry i wasn’t able to spot you a couple for the rent
ruth: that’s already been taken care of roy
roy: word, that’s what’s up. where’d you get the bread?
ruth: it’s late. maybe we can talk sometime in the morning
roy: answer the question ru. where’d you get the bread?
ruth: your mom looked out for me
roy: d+mn! you just had to tell her, huh?
ruth: well, what was i supposed to do? dеpend on you?
roy: look, you have evеry reason to feel the way you do but all that i ask is that you just have some patience with me
ruth: i been patient with you and to be honest, my patience is wearing thin
roy: look, i got a call from puff. he wants to meet next thursday to talk about doing something at bad boy
ruth: i don’t give a d+mn, roy! sh+t! life is just a game to you, huh? we had this conversation already
roy: i know, but i think—
ruth: i don’t care what you think. your daughter needs you right now!
roy: d+mn it ru! i done told you we gon’ be straight
ruth: that’s your problem, you stay living in a fantasy world! when are you going to grow up?
roy: if you want me to stay out on the street selling just to feed our child, i’ll do it but you know i’m not trying to do that anymore
ruth: well, do something! anything but this rap dream you got
roy: look, i gotta go
ruth: oh, now you gotta go? says who? why?
roy: i’ll stop by first thing in the morning with diapers
ruth: i go to work at eight, just before alicia comes to watch the baby
roy: aight
ruth: don’t be late
roy: aight, bye!
ruth: jesus lord! what am i gonna do with that man?

roy (in his head): man, this is much harder than i thought. no money, no food, no dough for the rent. shorty had to borrow a coupla dollars from moms. sheesh…i gotta do something…but it’s almost like…there’s no hope for the black man in this country…i wonder if this is how my pops felt just before his demise. but d+mn…i’m lost…no! this can’t be the story though…somehow…i’ll find a way…

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