Y'all can send christmas cards and put up trees//
I'ma be at the park spittin' so the hood don't freeze//
Most cats with cars wish they could hold key's//
Distribute them on streets and over the seas//
I know what it means to roll with a thief//
Act fake when you awake, take ya gold when you sleep//
Make sure that your scheme is snake proof//
Ya boy will gass you up 'til you stop and break fool//
I'm out of shape too, so I muscle the system//
Make my respect connect like Russel to Simmons//
Knuckles and women, bangin' both 'em is sin//
And most of our angels is gone with the wind//
I'm sleepless in D.C. so my speech is confusing//
Some cats don't understand, they like "he is amusing"//
E is serious, like moms' in church praying hard//
Reminiscing a birth, 'cause the hearse train is long//
Sanity of Christianity only hovers above//
Judgin' my appearence they usually dub me a thug//
But through this poetry I'm making the man slowly see//
That there's more to a nigga than just being a G//