>                              The Ghetto Christmas
>
>                          Wuz de night befoe Chritmas
>                          an'all ober de flats
>                          e'body wuz sleepin
>                          eben de rats.
>
>                          We hung up our stockins
>                          and hope like de heck
>                          dat ol' Sanny Claus
>                          wuz gon' bring us our check.
>
>                          All ob de fambly wuz
>                          la'in up in de beds
>                          while Thuderbird wine
>                          danced in de heads.
>
>                          I waked up from my sleep
>                          I'z passed out on de flow,
>                          an' I heered such a fuss
>                          I thought "muss be de Law!!"
>
>                          I lookt out in de street
>                          an' said "Laed, look at dat,"
>                          a huge wa'melon
>                          pulled by giant wharf rats.
>
>                          See, all t'rue de years
>                          Sanny Claus he be white,
>                          but us Bros gon' heb us
>                          a black Sanny tonight.
>
>                          Faster dan a Police car
>                          his wharf rats dey came,
>                          an' he whistled an' shouted
>                          an calt dem by name.
>
>                          On Leroy! On Roosevelt! On
>                          Booger an' James Lewis,
>                          On Spike! On Tyrone..Alfonso
>                          an' Demerluis!
>
>                          Day pulled dat wa'melon
>                          out of da street
>                          An' into de "Projects"
>                          from de trash cans day eat.
>
>                          He ain't go down no chimpnees
>                          but picked de lock on de doe,
>                          an'I says to myself,
>                          "Shit! He done done dis befoe!!!"
>
>                          He picked up my cam-uh
>                          an' my new VCR
>                          an' my red fuzzy dice
>                          dat I hangs in my car...
>
>                          I knew what he doin'
>                          my stuff all be hot,
>                          He gonna change it
>                          fo' stuff dat wuz not!
>
>                          Wit my stuff in his bag
>                          out de win'ow he flew
>                          I wait fo him to come back
>                          wit my stuff dat be new.
>
>                          But he ain't come back
>                          dat son-of-a-bitch
>                          He jumped on his wa'melon
>                          an' pulled out a switch.
>
>                          He slapped on dem rats
>                          an' flew out a here.
>                          He stole all my stuff
>                          an' he drank all my beer.
>
>                          Nex' year I'm hopin'
>                          a white Sanny be it
>                          'cause a black Sanny Claus
>                          jus' ain't worf a shit!!!