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Too arrogant to listen to parents or
Elders would not heed their advice
Spent a lot of time on the
Corner shoot’n dice,

Would get into a MOOD ... and REFUSE to Behave
Liberated by the devil at an early age,
Already staggering about with one foot in the grave,
Psychologically, morally and physically a slave,

Like a Ghetto Dragon lit up on a
Fiery blunt, Cough'n, Choke’n ... and
Blowing smoke, Talk’n trash...
Think’n life's a joke.

Armed with a lot of heart,
Not much sense and a gun in
His SLIDE ... ghetto version of
Jekyll and Hyde,

Take’n from the poor to buy some more,
Take'n just BECAUSE ... he's Mister Rob’n Claus,
Stack'n sneakers, coats, Tims and rims,
Gifts he likes for HIM.

Young Rob’n Claus ... Steal’n
Because he wants new pants
Slung low so all can
See his drawls.

On Christmas Eve ... sixteen year old robber and thief,
Left a present of un-needed drama for his Mama,
A heart full of grief ... A heart full of Grief...
A heart filled with ... grief!

On his back, sprawled across trolley tracks,
Quit school at an early age to sell crack,
Two in the back, one in his dome,
Next stop, Funeral Home,

Merry Christmas Mama, Merry Christmas...
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, what
A gift to give to Mama on this or any other day,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas and to all a good night,

Another Christmas
In the Hood,
Another senseless
Loss of life


Abu Lateef


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