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of Hurricane Katrina with our lives.

Ooh, this place is filthy.

What? We's Ninth Ward Negroes. Survivors.

I ask you to bless him, Lord,

The money gonna be here in no time.

Jazz music? I hate jazz music.

When your cousin told everyone in the neighborhood

HUEY: On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina

[KIDS SHOUTING]

has decided to open his home

Oh, what? What, you got some more sad songs, huh?

So we have to stay here.

we just passing through ya'll neck of the woods--

and we all know you guys have had it rough,

And the best part is,

Yeah, me and the gang

I wanna press full charges.

Uh, our daughter Rolanda and her four kids,

Don't worry about it. Tally up a bill for it.

Oh! Let me serve this, nigga, you hear me?

I would never do something like that.

Hey! Hey! Hey, brother man, get off my phone.

Trees and lakes and things.

Oh, Robert, would you do that for us?

I'll pay you back when my FEMA check arrives.

Boo-hoo-hoo, nigga.

You know, as a matter of fact,

That's what I'm talking about.

Family? I ain't never seen them niggas before in my life.

Man, I don't know if I can take another three months.

A full-time job is a full-time job.

Poor them. Why don't they take their homeless asses home?

I'd tidy up out here with everything.

RILEY: What's wrong with the street?

I can see 'em now:

Ah, yes, the human family.

We used to going without. Mm-hm.

A-ha! The proof is in the pudding.

I heard Halliburton was hiring

Im hungry than a mf

I hope you don't have bugs, because I can't stand bugs.

This is my mama, Jericha, and my wife, Leona Ray.