Kenneth Kellogg Briana Hunter-Blue

Prolog
- Urgent! - Drop ev'rything! (1. Akt)
I was in the heyday of being in love
Damn, girl!
You married a cop?
I love him
What about your obsession?
I'm gonna strap my baby on my back
You havin' a what?
- Forgive our sistah. - She knows not what she do
Birth that baby boy to term
Ha. Ha ha ha
I'm having this boy. I'm keeping this boy close
We wish on ev'rything youcan wish on
Scrape the wax off your wings
Übergang
How you doin' baby?
I'm somebody's mother
Hello... Mom!
Cup your hand under his head and neck
Hello... Helo, my son
Go, go, go!
- Halftime! - We're all yours, buddy
How do you feel?
Welcome to the daddy club!
How did you produce a son?
I've got a baby boy
Here's a toast
Einleitung
You not getting of that easy
Yes, sir! Got my own private warden
Moved up here so you could spread out and be by yourself
No! New York is the richest city in the world
Stat stat statue of liberty
The world done change
- What am I supposed to do? - Stay alive
You alive, ain't you?
I am out there in the jungle
Whatcha gonna do?
- Let me go. - No, my son, I will never let you go
What is your name, my son (2. Akt)
Ah! You are the father whose child was lost
Ah! Your heart is broken, I hear it knocking against your ribs
This is my badge
When my boy was taken from me
I did not come here seeking redemption
Only a white God
You are walking in a terrible darkness, my son
May restoring waters clear the night's weeping
In my hour of need I seek no salvation from you
Come away from the window
She sits in the matchbox disguised as a house
She was lying in her bed. In her own home. In her bed
- Look at her. - She wears the captive shroud of stony death
Let us go forth
Oh God! Bring my baby back
God, give me back any part of my baby
My heart... my heart is heavy tonight
Somebody...
A mother, clear out of her mind
God, we ask you, take care of this boy
Stay alive
Son, the light is turning amber. Run!
We sing... Christ wore the crown of thorns
Cup your hand under his head and neck
Einleitung (Epilog)
I don't know what the hell you talkin' about
Set aside your sides, eat some set-asides I set aside for my boys
- You my son. - I got deep fried, red-eyed, drip-dried...
Kneaded, pinched, and prodded
Heavenly Father, we humbly thank you
Hey Mom, hey Dad