written one Christmas eve while walking in the hood... it's a bit of Cheechy Chongy satire... :=-)
lyrics
The Christmas Rap (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
one white christmas, on a very silent night, a little
drummer boy dreamed of a winter wonderland where peace
on earth and joy to the world became something more
than the titles of Christmas carrols... when he woke
up he made three ishes on the Christmas star... the
first was that each day could be like Christmas, the
second was to feed the world, and the greatest gift
of all, better than a sleigh ride, silver bells, or a
hard candy Christmas, the third wish was for the
Christmas song that could help the people of today
understand the message behind all Christmas songs...
then he wrote The Christmas Rap...
I remember walking down the street one silent night
with my head in the clouds, hey, I was feeling alright
when it suddenly occurred to me tonight was something
more, then I realized the date was December 24...
(hey man, that's Christmas eve, I know that did you know
that? - yeah, I know that, now let me finish the song,
okay? - okay...)
now. I have to admit I couldn't see a single change
from any other night, but that was nothing strange,
because, out in this street, the only "ho," ho, ho,
is the one you pay for services when she gets into
your door...
(hey man, they won't let you talk about a ho on the
radio at Christmas time, that ain't what they want to
hear about... Christmas ain't about reality... - hey
let me finish the song, okay? - okay...)
there was no Christmas carrol singers or Christmas
tree lights burning brightly through the windows of
this tenament's heights, it as just business as usual,
sex, drugs and fights... street life don't take a
holiday on these Hollyday nights...
(hey man, you mean the drug dealers and the pimps don't
believe in Santa Claus? that's un-American - hey quit
interrupting and let me finish the song, okay? - okay...)
life itself ain't easy, but, the streets make it crazy,
being forced to lose all dignity is anything but lazy,
addiction is the cause, but nobody's got the cure, the
pusher wants the money and the able are too pure...
(hey man, do you mean that the people who could help
usually pretend that its just not their problem - yeah
man, now let me finish the song, okay? - okay...)
so, remember, if you're able, to lend a helping hand,
take a look out on the street and try to understand...
the users, the abusers, they don't want to be that way,
it's a sickness, won't you help them learn to celebrate
a normal Christmas day?
(hey man, do you really think people on the street deserve
the same as anybody else? - hey, I know it, didn't you
listen to my rap? - do you ean, when you said...)
singer/songwriter - San Francisco Bay Area - covering political satire, current events, life, love... and all that other stuff... a songwriter's work is never done!
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