a sad kid christmas in the hood written by hang-man * read the whole thing *

marry christmas, i got the best wish list
2 pound of dro from stanta, but how can u give this
the hood kidz dont need this yet they ask for it
got so much green i can start up my own danm forrest
cicer are to little to cut up some bud
my hand on a nugget looks like a leave with a bug
but my brother got cancer and all he do is smoke
moms always steelin some hes perscrib drugs N mix it w/ coke
sister out crying at night, cuz her piss hurt from whoerin the corner
got her pubic hairs look like its ant infested the way the crabs are on-her
got her itchin till her skin peel off and all dad do is watch her bath-in-shower
always asking to put some cream, no bottle, so why would was he ask-in-coward
i keep getting cought by the law, and all they do is beat me
saying HEY-FREEZ u SPIC, like thats a way to greet me
but sadly thats the way the streets-be
and i kept on asking santa, on christmas make it stop
but this wasnt something hes helpers can make at the shop
is he god or one of hes angles who grant wishes like a genie
but if i could get one wish granted it would be, NOT TO BE ME
but the day came and noting happen, just more fights with a empty tree
susiced thought with a gun in my mouth waiting to empty three
but 2 month pass N no-one wounder where was i till watchin NBC
cuz for 10 min i was a star, playing a dead-roll floting from the sea
so stanta u aint gotta grant me my wish and i alwasy wounder why u aint
but lifes ova, cuz the knife throught-cut.. and my family was emtion-less like a blank-picture with no-paint...(in)....
and now all i can do is ask god to put me under hes arms N not next to SAINT....(en)

DANM WHAT A CHRISTMAS TO REMEMBER