Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a heater was stirring, cause the oil ran out.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But early in the morning they will be filled with air.
The children were nestled all snug in there beds,
While I contemplate putting a bullet straight through my head.
And ma in her PJ’s, and I in my cap,
Knew Santa wasn’t coming, he was all full of crap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I picked up my semi to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a bird.
Tore open the blinds to see what I heard.
The moon on the breast of my very dead lawn,
Gave luster to the objects below, i knew something was wrong.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
A bum with a blanket drinking a beer.
A little old man, so decrepit and sick. I knew the whole Christmas thing was a big crock of shit.
I screamed and i whistled and i shouted again,
and pointed the laser right at his brain.
Now dashin and dancin, the bum started flexin,
No Santa no Rudolph, no comet, no Vixen.
I fell to the ground like I had a great fall,
and said, “Please save us father, please save us all”.
Again I shouted to god, for help from the sky,
No answer from God, so I begged him to Die.
No sound on the rooftop, so I knew it was true.
No better time than now to do what I do.
And then a twinkling, God said, “Speak truth”.
So I gathered myself, and I went in the booth.
I bent on over picked the headphones off the ground.
And started speaking truth, with the 7 Profitz Sound.
I was dressed like a bum, form my head to my foot.
My breath smelled like shit, and my nails looked like soot.
No toys for my kids, to fling on my back.
Just a mic, and a beat, and this thing we call Rap.
How depressing this life, it’s portrayed as so merry.
The haters they copy, and live with mom, and eat cherries.
I’m living my life, surrounded by foes.
But the truth will come out, they got nowhere to go.
To my face they smile, and show me there teeth.
But when I turn my back, they hit my plate, and steal eats.
Bring it back to Ireleand, Like Nas and Africa in the movie Belly.
Then my phone rings, it’s a call on the celly.
It’s Anubiz, there Sun, our CD’s on the shelf.
And I laughed when I heard that, in spite of myself.
So with the blink of an eye, and the twist of my head.
I realized the pain that I sweat and I bleed,
was worth every word, so I went straight to my work.
I layed down a chorus, and I layed down a verse.
I put my hands on my face, to warm up my nose.
Put a blanket on my kids, to fight off the cold.
I do this for the love, the crowds and the whistles.
And to ease the pain of dodging, bullets,and missiles.
But you can hear me exclaim, as I roll out of sight.
Merry Hip-Hop to all, and that’s all so good night.
(c) 2007 Apademik
Thank you, and Peace,