“Mr. Jones: Now Craig, it's gonna be different living out here. Don't let your uncle or your cousin get you in any shit. Now you hear me?
Craig Jones: Pops, I'm grown now, can't nobody get me in trouble no more.
Mr. Jones: Well, I'm glad you said that son, but since you grown, don't bring your black ass back home.”
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