We aint no business people We just plain working floks Son-how come you talk so much 'bout money? Because its life. Once upon a time freedom use to be life-now its money. You my children-but how different we done become.
Yvonne H. & Rosheen M. You tired, ain't you? Tired of everything. But you wouldn't do nothing to help, would you? Baby, don't nothing happen for you in this world 'less you pay somebody off. I got me a dream. I got to take hold of this here world, baby! I got to change my life, i'm chocking to death, baby! I want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy. I don't know if I can make you understand. Once upon a time freedom used to be life- now its money.
did you plan it Ruth? aint nothing can tear at you like loosing your baby nobody in this house is ever gonna understand me why you always gotta be picking on your brother? what are you going to do with it? i got to go in, we need the money No it was always money, mama Ten Thousand Dollars
Little country that was founded by slaves... Oh, Mama... Help save people To become queen of the Nile... In front of the mirror as she thinks.... Once upon a time... Freedom was life.. No... So now it is money Oh, Mama I guess the world really do change...
Did it come? How come you talk so much 'bout money? It was always money You ain't satisfied or proud of nothing we done but how different we done become WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE LISTEN TO ME TODAY!
...
Alundi, alundi Alundi, alunya Jop pu a jeepua Ang gu sooooo
In your heart of hearts you are much drunkard OWIMOWEH!(in the jungle)
What's dangerous? a folk dance Its dangerous,son. Its from Nigeria. Its a dance of welcome. Well, thats good. YEAH...AND ETHIOPIA STRETCH FORTH HER HANDS AGAIN!...
BAM! BAM! BAM! oh, my God-that must be Asagai. come on now honey. you need to lie down and rest while...
For you-I would do much more ... well that is what I came for. You never understood that there is more than one kind of feeling which can exist between a man and a woman-or, at least, there should be.
i got a dream. Ten thousand dollars.. nobody in this house is ever gonna understand me. once a upon a time freedom used to be life. you never understand.. its always money.
Do you know what this money means to me? Son-how come you talk so much 'bout money? I'm want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy... mama look at me. I open and close cars doors all day long. I pass them cool,quiet-looking restaurants where them white boys are sitting back and talking 'bout things Mama-look. Old Willy Harris put everything on paper ten thousand dollars. Gaylee, Grand mama, you rich Mama you don't understand, you just don't understand Sometimes its like i can see the future stretched out in front of me
Are we the same? Do you look at me like you look at yourself? What do I have to do to make you think of me as the same as you? Nothing! Nothing at all! We are not the same and never will be!
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Gabriela La Torre
We aint no business people
We just plain working floks
Son-how come you talk so much 'bout money?
Because its life.
Once upon a time freedom use to be life-now its money.
You my children-but how different we done become.
Yvonne H. & Rosheen M.
You tired, ain't you? Tired of everything.
But you wouldn't do nothing to help, would you?
Baby, don't nothing happen for you in this world 'less you pay somebody off.
I got me a dream.
I got to take hold of this here world, baby!
I got to change my life, i'm chocking to death, baby!
I want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy.
I don't know if I can make you understand.
Once upon a time freedom used to be life- now its money.
Ramy Abdulmalek & Daniel Martinez
Found poem
did you plan it Ruth?
aint nothing can tear at you like loosing your baby
nobody in this house is ever gonna understand me
why you always gotta be picking on your brother?
what are you going to do with it?
i got to go in, we need the money
No it was always money, mama
Ten Thousand Dollars
Stretch Forth Her Hand Again
Talei Tagivakatini
Little country that was founded by slaves...
Oh, Mama...
Help save people
To become queen of the Nile...
In front of the mirror as she thinks....
Once upon a time...
Freedom was life..
No...
So now it is money
Oh, Mama
I guess the world really do change...
-Max Hotei & Melanie Rendon
Did it come?
How come you talk so much 'bout money?
It was always money
You ain't satisfied or proud of nothing we done but how different we done become
WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE LISTEN TO ME TODAY!
...
Alundi, alundi
Alundi, alunya
Jop pu a jeepua
Ang gu sooooo
In your heart of hearts you are much drunkard
OWIMOWEH!(in the jungle)
What's dangerous?
a folk dance
Its dangerous,son.
Its from Nigeria. Its a dance of welcome.
Well, thats good.
YEAH...AND ETHIOPIA STRETCH FORTH HER HANDS AGAIN!...
BAM! BAM! BAM!
oh, my God-that must be Asagai.
come on now honey. you need to lie down and rest while...
For you-I would do much more ... well that is what I came for.
You never understood that there is more than one kind of feeling which can exist between a man and a woman-or, at least, there should be.
Ain't nothing the matter with me!
-David Chavez
kenya ramirez- my found poem.
i got a dream.
Ten thousand dollars..
nobody in this house is ever gonna understand me.
once a upon a time freedom used to be life.
you never understand..
its always money.
Alex Leon& Derrick Virassammy
Do you know what this money means to me?
Son-how come you talk so much 'bout money?
I'm want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy... mama look at me.
I open and close cars doors all day long. I pass them cool,quiet-looking restaurants where them white boys are sitting back and talking 'bout things
Mama-look. Old Willy Harris put everything on paper
ten thousand dollars. Gaylee, Grand mama, you rich
Mama you don't understand, you just don't understand
Sometimes its like i can see the future stretched out in front of me
Are we the same?
Do you look at me like you look at yourself?
What do I have to do to make you think of me as the same as you?
Nothing! Nothing at all!
We are not the same and never will be!
Nikki Goudeau
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