A Christmas F*****g Miracle

That was me and BK on Atlantic

Never looked both ways, ran in traffic

Pop's run away, but I stayed vagrant

Place where the steel and cement became nature

Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous

Cityscape where the blood of good men coarses

And the dream is a bull trapped in porcelain

Take a knee to the Gods and get horse shit

Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it

Gotta bevy of imps to spit hatred

Shit'll get in your head and cause panic

Have you desperately begging to get famous

Get your dignity dirty, and left orphan

Sanity on the fringe of distorted

Who are they to just take shit and hoard it?

Who am I that I don't get my portion?

The most impressionable minds get molested in a form

By manipulating forces

Don't fret little man, don't cry

They can never take your energy inside you were born with

Knowing that, understand you can never be poor

You already won the war, you were born rich

You can only take the energy you had, going back to the realm

Where the home of your Lord is

Whoever, whatever that Lord is

Couldn't give a fuck if you ever made fortunes

Fuck anyone ever trying to run that bump shit

Send 'em to the flames, where the orcs live

Them and I lost minds thinking they're smarter than us

Don't understand love's importance

And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth

Where the ashes and dust got formed in

The beat breaks and your teeth break

Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake

It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs

Falling out your mouth and onto the landscape

Me and LP do the secret handshake

Then I pummel punch a pumpkin-head punk in his pimple face

Till he punch drunk 'cause he's sweet as a pound cake

Ain't he a pussy, Mike?

Yeah, L, I'll say

Into the wild, wildstyle, ghetto child

Running wild, where the lions and the owls stay

The powers that be even offered a reprieve

Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees

But they can give that to the kings and the queens

And the worshipers of idols, and followers of things

'Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages

It's kill or be kill and I'm working with the averages

My professor Emeritus say we been cursed

Being brought to the Americas

How you raise a whole human, single parent

No marriages, no sense of heritage

Planned Parenthood helped me plan miscarriages

But I'm lucky Mommy already had a narrative

Product of a teenage love, my arrogance to rise

From the pride and the job my parents did

Named Mike, I was told it was God-like

Even danced with the Devil, came out alright

Okay, honor y'all? No way

Still spell America with the triple K

Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea

And any MC peeping' what I go through

Real rap, my last line so true

Rest in peace, Pimp C, and Camu, too

We do it for you

We do it for you