Christmas in the Ghetto


The air blows so cold, - as tears roll down her cheeks
She speaks to her own soul, & knows every year appears bleak
So instead of turning to the bible, & learning from prophets
She keeps pipes burning, & samples all types of narcotics
Life lacks meaning; fact is she has nothing to believe in
Her feelings always crack to pieces at this time of the season

He leaves in the evening, tells her “go to Hell”
Threatens to beat her, till she threatens him with jail
He’s got sales to make, so he forsakes this argument
Hits his crib, cuts up cake, takes it to the pavement

Baby Bobby just lies there, & stares at the ceiling
Nappy grimy, he cries, but no one cares how he’s feeling
Where is Santa Claus? - He asks; this Christmas is lousy
Why did daddy walkout, & why does mom look so drowsy?

As she chases this dragon her mind is barren of common sense
Eyes transfixed, spirit so solemn as she sits in this rotten stench
Sick of reality… she screams “Lord let me go, PLEASE”!
Selects an infected needle, injects a vein…, then she OD’s

He’s still on the streets, but police had him scoped
See his man stitched him up - with two kilos of dope
Dude snitched for a fee, what a bitch this could be
It’s Christmas, & this shit’s poppin’ off in da hood G

Bobby is turning blue from the fumes in the room
Stomach hurting, seeing no food since yesterday afternoon
Choking on his vile vomit, it seems to stop breath
Luckily GOD found him, - one minute from cot-death