The end of the year is near , as we count it on a calender year,
All the people go queer , buying gifts for their dear.
Who care,s as we rip the paper of our presents and see what is meant for us, by the person who went to so much fuss.
Spent their hard earn,t cash on a gift from a shelf in a shop, that reminded them of myself.
Do I have a dollar sign that makes them go blind , and puts me in their mind , I,m not that kind.
I don,t have a price I am so nice I don,t need a present under a tree to enlighten me.
The thought is ok , the present you buy I do ask why??
Do I look in my eye like the person you have to bye.
I don,t think so as you know, for i am a person that we both can grow.
Spending dollars and hiding them in a present isn't always plesent putting them under a tree and saying santa gave these,
is a lie for he does not fly the night skies.
Every twelve moons we play this same old tune, why do we fuss as we must it only makes the un-rapper smile cause he,s in dept to you.
2007-11-07
19:38:07
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