Poems-By my freind cameron

Twas the night befo christmas,
     and it was all good,
We was just chillin,
     down in the hood.
Then the door busted open,
     I thought it was the feds.
When I looked up in shock,
     I saw this fat nigga in red.
"My name is Santa,"
     That's what he said.
Then he pulled out a gun,
     I thought I was dead.
So I screamed like a girl,
     but he didn't shoot me.
When I looked up,
     He had a shinin' new uzi.
It was greased up real nice,
     And it had a bow on the side.
It was a good thing to have,
     to have when I was on a drive-by.
Santa had no bag,
     And the kids threw a fit.
They say "Its Christmas,
     i'n't it?! Give me some sh**!"
He say "Sorry young children,
    I got nuffin to give.
Some ignorant niggas,
    ran off wit' my sled!"
The kids took back the cookies,
     and started to pout.
They say "If you got nuff,
     you can get the fu** out!"
The kids found those niggas,
     drug 'em out into the street.
And with homemade weapons,
     Those niggas they beat.
Then they took all the sh**,
     That was technically jacked.
And gave it to all the children,
      in the front and da back.

The moral of the
     story is quite good.

Don't fu** wit' Santa,
     at least in da' hood.

                             by

                                 Cameron Stern

Posted on 12-5