A man rages at his father for refusing to help or bring his children home, calling him a liar and wishing him dead. Karamo asks where the hurt comes from. The father says his past choices kept him from helping and he won't hear accusations.
You're not a dad. You're a liar. And you know what? I hope you drop dead. I do, because I care nothing about you. I don't. I hate you with every ounce of my life.
I mean, let me ask you a question. Where's this hurt and pain coming from?
Because he's a liar. He's a liar.
What has he done to you to make you feel that he deserves that type of treatment?
Because I would call him and ask him for help, and it's always an excuse of what he can't do it. He can't do this, he can't do that. But how many times has he had my sister at his house? But he can't bring me and my kids? Why? Why?
If you were my dad, I don't wanna hear it.
If you were my dad, you would've been there. But you're not.
You're asking me why I never brought you to my house. It was because of the life I was living.
She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Me, I was born for the streets.