Ocean Beats
Letter to Santa
When I talk to santa, I wonder where he's been. What do I want for Xmas, tell me where do I begin? He say he scared to take his sleigh and come down to the Port. Cause everytime he visit they be right outside the porch. See all my homies from the streets ain't never heard of Santa. They more concerned with toting guns in red and white bandanas. Daddy on house arrest, mama work 9 to 5s. Sneak out the bedroom late at night to see a big surprise. You might can guess it's been some trouble just to write this letter. They cut the power now I'm in this ugly Xmas sweater. It's lights around the neighborhood and kids are singing carols. Pour up some wine and Hennessy this night is very special. The time when families gather up and cherish every minute. Grandma got dinner smell like heaven cooking in the kitchen. I know it's been alot of trouble tryna park the sleigh. Can't trust soul that likes work around this time of day. I need a gingerbread that's thicker a CRVixen. Let's go and take a ride like Donner Dasher Prancer Blixen. I'm with my cousin late at night he's only 8 years old. He wanna see that sleigh go fast on top of 24's. Don't tell them bad kids down the street they gotta lump of coal. Cause they been starving several weeks and they have no control. I know some thotianas that done made that naughty list. Set up the Xmas tree and let's go get this party lit. My homies sell that white so it don't ever snow round here. But you can bet your life that we moving real slow round here. So tell me Santa Clause, man will you help us please. Oh what a Ho Ho Holy night to be on Xmas Eve