Better straighten up, boy.
Better cut that hair.
Shave that beard.
You got problems comin�, boy.
Your soul needs savin�, son.
Who you tryin� to look like?
Don�t look like me.
Don�t look like him.
Don�t look like all us God-fearing people.
Spendin� all day thinkin� nonsense.
Spoutin� off bullshit.
Talkin� never changed nothin�.
What you tryin� to change the world for?
Why you revolutionizin�?
Things are as they are for a reason, boy.
Come along all high and mighty.
Watch for the government, boy.
They don�t take kindly to your type.
People disappear, y�know
for trying to change how it is.
Jesus, son, who do you think you are?
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