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You know, l was just in my hotel,
a little while ago, on my way here...
and l got in the elevator, right?
l'm getting in the elevator...
and these two high-school white boys
try to get on with me...
and l just dove off.
l said, ''Y'all ain't killing me!''
l am scared of young white boys.
lf you white and under 23
l am running for the hills.
What the hell is wrong with these white kids
shooting up the school?
They don't even wait till 8 am either.
Killing people in the morning.
That ain't right.
The Trenchcoat Mafia.
''No one will play with us.
''We have no friends.
We're the Trenchcoat Mafia.''
Hey, l saw the yearbook pictures.
lt was six of them.
l didn't have six friends in high school.
l don't got six friends now.
Shit, that's three-on-three with a half court.
What the hell is wrong with these kids?
l got people telling me, ''Come on, Chris.
Come up to a school. Talk to the kids.''
l'm like, ''Fuck the kids!
''Do you got a vest?
Maybe l'll think about it.''
Everybody wants to know
what the kids was listening to.
What kind of music was they listening to?
Or what kind of movies was they watching?
Who gives a fuck what they was watching?
Whatever happened to crazy?
What happened to crazy?
What, you can't be crazy no more?
Did we eliminate ''crazy''
from the dictionary?
Fuck the records. Fuck the movies. Crazy!
When l was a kid, they used to separate
the crazy kids from everybody.
When l was a kid, the crazy kids
went to school in a little-ass bus.
They had a class at the end of the school...
and they used to get out of school at 2 pm.
Just in case they went crazy...
they would only hurt other crazy kids.
And we was all safe.
We was all safe.
Damn, the world's coming to an end.
You'll have little white kids saying:
''l want to go to a black school
where it's safe.''
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