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-Let's see how many -- who can do the most. -One, two, three, four... There were so many African-American boys walking the streets. And I was saying to myself, "We got to find a way to get these babies back in school." I was running the Burch County Family Resource Center. Thank you, sugar, for coming. Y'all have a good day, baby. -You, too. -The school system didn't have an alternative school. So, when children were suspended, they would send the children down to me. It was an opportunity to pull these kids back into the educational system. And two years ago, we opened up the Hive. African-American males have had the perception that they have to prove themselves. I look at it, in this area, back to being a tenant farmer. My dad was a tenant farmer. Black boys started proving themselves by violence, by joining gangs. So, we had to de-brainwash them that, you don't have to prove yourself to anybody. We remove their entire past, and we're gonna put Mister in front of your name instead of a DOC number in front of your name. We're a quarter of a mile from the jail. And I often tell the boys, "You got a choice -- you can be educated at 117 County Farm Road or you can be educated at 219 County Farm Road. Take your choice."

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See y'all tomorrow. Bye-bye. -All right. -Bye. Y'all have a good day, now. -You, too. -Read tonight. -Bye. -This is too short. Uh-oh.

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I love my car. I got paid, like, 4 grand. And we couldn't touch it till we turned 18. So, when I turned 18, I just bought a new car. ...say they killed me and kidnapped my daughter I ain't even got no daughter, they mad 'cause I'm a baller And they hoes a caller, you know that I'ma stall her Then dick her and ball her, then never ever call her

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...fell down They can't hold me down, they can't stop my shine They can't block my grind, shawty, it's game time

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-Driving that big tractor... I thought about it, dropping out of school and just working on the farm but... -What you want, a ball? Kiki, my little nephew. My older brother, Mickey Mouse's, child. Come on, let's go find Mawmaw. -They was gonna put him into foster home if I didn't take him. So I told them I would do the best I can. Because I didn't want him to go into a foster home with people he didn't know.

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-I like Kiki being around. I tell him right from right and wrong from wrong.

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-You see him? Huh? You see him? Go give him a hug.

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-What's up, man? You all right? -Mm. They about to worry me to death. About to worry my to death. Hey, Boo. -I can tell you right now, Mickey Mouse was like one of the biggest drug dealers in one zone. He is my big brother, but... -I'm Mickey Mouse. You know that? -What your dad's name? -Mickey Mouse. -All right. -What's going on? -When my brother gets out, Kiki's supposed to be living with him... I guess. -I actually have a fear of going to jail 'cause my dad's been to prison, and I don't want to end up like him, to tell you the truth. -He would throw cigarettes at me. They'd burn me. He would smack me down in front of his family. I often thought, "That could happen to me."