Photographs from Dress Rehearsal

It’s a God’s blessin’ I have you boys.

He ain’ never make a mouth he couldn’t provide for,
he’ll take care o’ us.

So I gone out and I was lookin’ like I was seein’ if somebody did need help.

Blow on, Blow on top each other.

Oh Lord, he killin’ me!

Pastor know bout it you think?

Ain’ nobody suppose to be in my house when I on da man job.

And the Magistrate tie me right up.

I feel as though I’ve told you everything and we’re right back here talking again.

Das all you no good dogs could think bout, ‘I is man,
I gat to make baby.’

Are you his father sir?

Christians fighting over man!

You ain’t he Pa, You can’t do him nothin’!

Next thing you know I mix up in all kind o’ bring-go-carry-come.

Ya ma is a whore, Ya ma is a whore, Ya ma is a whore,
Ya sister too!

Photos: David Jonathan Burrows

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