(Music) I want everyone to put their hands on top of their head. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Put your hands on top of your head. Just relax. Just stay calm. Everything will be nice and smooth if you just participate and just relax, okay? Yeah. All right, now put your hands down. Don't be no hero. Put your hands down. Okay? All right. Now. Cool. Good. I want you to run all that financial aid. Yeah, sucka, put the scholarships in the bag, yeah, yeah. Put the scholarships in the bag. Yeah, you too, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, you. Yeah, yeah. You over there, go put the Pell Grants in the bag. Put the Pell Grants in there too. Yeah, you. Go. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You, go over to that booth and get me some of them subsidized, some of them subsidized loans. It ain't a game no more. I know you're hiding the money somewhere here. With all this tuition you got me and my homies payin' -- Woo! -- I'm about to get gangster-scholar up in here. Up in here. I'm about to go N.W.A. meets Beastie Boys if I don't see the cash, man. Cause we're not gonna take it. ♪ Oh ... Oh, you thought I was playing. Oh, you thought this was a game. Back up, back up. Mind your business, that's all. What do you, think this is a game? What? Huh? You don't even know me. I'll say something else. Don't call me crazy. Do not call me -- Rives, tell 'em don't call me crazy before I go crazy. I'm telling you, now I'm about to go crazy. I'm about to go Tupac Thug Life in here. Like, "I ain't a killer but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy --" Woo! I'm about to go Biggie Smalls Brooklyn type, like, "Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke --" Woo! I'm about to go KRS-One cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs-type wild. Like, "Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang, listen to my nine millimeter go bang." You know what? You are dumb. You are really dumb. Hide your kids, hide your wife, 'cause we gettin' financial aid all up and in and around here. You think this is a game? You think I want to be out here doing this? Do you know how hard it was to find these guns? All right, I'm sorry. You understand? I'm just trying to get my education. You know what I mean? I'm just trying to fight for the opportunity that my great-great-great-grandfather died for, you know what I'm saying? You know how my ancestors did sit-ins, just so I can sit in a classroom. And all these years, all y'all been doing is strangling the life out of my bank statement, leaving my pockets as vacant as parking lots. Professor Willie Lynch taught you well, huh? Keep the body, take the money. Force feed my people deception and failure. Condition our brains to malfunction at the sight of success. Just keep the cycle going. Make us pay for an education that will end up failing us. Put us in debt so we're giving back the money we earned from our back-breaking work. This seems all too familiar. Sounds like the rust of shackles locking their way onto my degree. Sounds like the Thirteenth Amendment in reverse. Lecture halls shouldn't feel like cotton fields, shouldn't sound like muffled freedom songs trapped in the jaws of a generation's dreams. Oho! Oh, it all makes sense. Give us enough to get by but not enough to provide for ourselves. Keep us psychologically feeble so we lose our purpose in the process. Stop thieving our aspirations out of our sleep. Don't call it financial aid if you're not helping anyone with it. We have fought. We have fought way too hard to let green paper build a barricade in front of our futures. I will not let you potentially rob food out of my children's stomach. Best believe I'm going out blasting. I ain't no killer, but don't push me. I wish it didn't come to this, but I have to for my cousins in Haiti who don't even know what a college looks like, for my best friend Raymond sitting in cell block nine instead of a university, for the nooses hanging my GPA by its neck. There is no other option. There is no other way. Just, please, put the money in the bag. Put the money in the bag. I just want to go to school, man. I just want to get my education. I just want to learn. I just want to grow. Put the money in the bag, please. Just put the money in the bag.
(音乐) 大家把手放到头上。 是的,是的,就是,把手放在你的头上。 放松,平静。 如果你仅仅参与并放松,会感觉很好和舒适,是不是? 是的。好了,现在把手放下来。 不是没有英雄。放下手,好吗? 好的,现在,冷静,很好。 我想让你考虑所有的经济资助。 是的,很差劲,把奖学金放到书包里,对,对。 把奖学金放到书包。是的,你也一样,对,对,对。 是的,你,对,对,那边的那个。把你的Pell奖学金放到包里 把Pell奖学金也放进去。对,就是你,好,对,对,对。 你,去那边的货摊,给我拿些补助,一些贷款补贴。 这不再是游戏。我知道你在那藏了些钱。 你所有的学习指导和家庭投入 哇!我为了在那得到差劲的奖学金。 就在那。我打算去 N.W.A 见野兽男孩。 如果我没有现金,男人。 因为我们没有带现金,哦... 啊,你认为你正在玩。 啊,你认为这是一个游戏。后退,后退,注意,就这些。 你,也认为这是游戏?什么? 啊?你就不认识我。 我要讲些其它的。不要叫我疯子。 不要叫我-Rives。告诉他们在我变疯前,不要叫我疯子。 我就要告诉你,现在我就要变疯。我要取Tupac Thug那边生活。 就像“我不是杀手,不要逼我。复仇像是最甜蜜的欢乐-”哇! 我也想要布鲁克林Biggie Smalls的风格。 “超级任天堂,创世纪。当我完全破产-“ 哇! 我也要成为艺人。 寻找可可的原始风格。 就像,“哇 当 当 当,哇 当当 当当, 你我的9毫米重击声。“ 你知道是什么吗? 你无法可说。你真的无话可说。 不要告诉你的孩子和爱人。因为我们得到了经济资助 所有的都有了。你认为这是游戏吗? 你认为我要出去做这个吗? 你知道找到这些枪支多么难吗? 好的,对不起。你明白了? 我刚才试着得到我的教育。你知道我的意思? 我正在努力找到我的先祖致死都在寻找的机会。你知道我在说什么? 你知道我的祖先怎么静坐示威。 就像我做在教室里。 所有这么多年,你所做的 正在束缚着我的银行账单意外的生活, 让我的口袋像停车场一样空旷。 Wille Lynch 教授也教过你,啊? 保持身体,拿上钱。 迫使我面对欺骗和失败。 在成功的视点以我们的头脑失灵为条件。 仅仅保持运转。 使我们为教程我们失败的教育买单。 让我们负债, 那些我们要偿还的债务 用我们繁重的劳动所得。 这写都太熟悉了。 听起来像是生锈的手铐锁住了我的学习之路。 听起来项是第13修正案的反转。 大学讲座不应该像在棉花地里一样, 不应该像模糊不清的几代人梦想的自由歌曲 哦!这些都是对的。 给了我们足够的认可,可是提供给我们的不足。 保持我们心理上的弱势,使我们在这个过程中失去了目的。 当我们睡觉时,停止窃取我们的精神。 不要称它经济援助 如果你没有用它帮助任何人。 我们已经在争取 我们争取的太艰难了 无法通过我们未来前边的障碍。 我不想让你剥夺了我们孩子的食物。 最好相信我也会爆发。 我不是杀手,可是不要逼我。 我希望我碰不上这些,可是我不得不为了我海地的亲戚们 他们甚至不知道大学是什么样子, 为了我最好的朋友Raymond,坐在一个小的街区 而不是上大学 为了那些套在我脖子上的GPA。 没有其它选择。 没有其它路可走。 仅仅是请把钱放大书包里。 把钱放到书包里,我只想去上学,男人。 我只想要我的教育。我只想学习。我仅仅要成长。 请把钱放到书包里。 仅仅把钱放到书包里。