X-mas In the Hood
Brothers, gather round and hear
of xmas in the hood.
Ghetto blasters singing out
with TuPac and his brood.
Gunshots echo through the night,
rapping out a song of death.
Winos passed out in the alley,
cheap booze frozen on their breath.
Patrol cars speeding back and forth,
howling sirens in the night.
Decorating city streets
are red and blue lights flashing bright.
Dealers selling crack on corners,
children buying their escape.
Young hookers selling to the highest bidder,
submitting to their lost souls rape.
Where is the cause for celebration,
in this ghetto, lost, forlorn?
No wise men bearing gifts from far,
who cares that Christ was born?
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