Pop, can we talk, teenager to teenager ?

See, I met this girl. She's pretty special.

She's moving out of the hood in a couple of days, and I'm thinking about going with her.

[ scoffs ] man, who is this girl ?

Her name's dashiki. Dashiki from over there on penetration avenue ?

Oh, come on, pop ! Don't tell me you slept with her too.

Oh, no, no. It ain't nothin' like that, son.

She sure could suck a dick, though. What ?

Oh, nothing, son. Go ahead. Tell me about this girl.

Anyway, I think I'm in love.

So, what ? You knockin' boobs yet ?

Yeah. Hold on.

You use a condom ?

No.

Good ! That's my boy ! That's my boy !

Yo, never use condoms, son. They take away all the feelin'.

Yeah. Only thing is, now she's pregnant.

- I don't know what to do. - [ scoffs ] man, look.

Let me give you the same advice my father gave me, all right ?

Give up hope. Look at me. Dreams are for suckers.

Ain't no future for you.

And don't think about gettin' no job, tray,

'cause a black man ain't got no place in the work force.

So let me get this straight.

What you trying to say is, don't get caught up in the white man's system...

Of self-perpetuating unemployment...

And wind up trying to survive on welfare checks and food stamps, right ?

Wrong, man ! Hell, ain't nothing wrong with no welfare check.

That's called free money. Hell, our family survived six generations on it.

Thanks, pop.

You always know what to say, man. I thought you knew, boy.

My boy tray. Gettin' himself some sex.

Yeah.

See, man, right over here. Gettin' locked up in the city ain't the same.