Day After Thanksgiving; Loyal Patrons Shopping The Malls,
Decking The Halls; Hood Bedrooms? Couple Shots In The Walls..
Hope To Cover With A Clock Or A Cloth; Imagining That They're,
Rich, To Stray Away From The Madness; Its Not Stopping The Thoughts..
Gifts? Santa's Not Droppin' Em' Off: Skipped Ours, Hit Homes Lavish & Such
Shit...We're Lucky To Get A Coloring Book, Or A Fruit Basket With Nuts
Bags From Babbages? None; Halo 2? Parents Say "No" Too,
Saying The Best Gift In The World Is Love....and They Love You
Maybe Cuz Their Poverty-Stricken; Unable To Acknowledge Your Wishes,
That Makes Some Children Wake Up Dec. 25; Forgot It Was Christmas..
Just An Artificial Tree; Kids Wishing Its Was Surrounded By Gifts,
No White Christmas Outside; Just White Outlines, Surrounded By Clips..
Christmas Eve? Just The Sound Of The 5ths; No Jingle Bells, Or Glee,
Supposed To Be Celebrating Jesus' Birth; Yet It Feels Like Hell To Me..
So Kris Kringle? I Fail-To-Believe...He And Reindeer Ever Existed,
Parents Forgiven, They Struggled; Knowing They Had Better Intentions..
This Is A Letter, My Gift List; Let Santa Visit The Hoods Where We Live,
Cuz He Doesn't Come Often; We Even Set Out The Cookies & Milk...

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In The Game So Deep, Fiends Can Catch A Freeze Off My Kneecap....Can Ya'll Believe That