Oh yes,
it's Christmas in the ghetto,
Christmas in the ghetto,
it's Christmas in
Merry Christmas to the
people in the ghetto,
your family's the only
Santa Claus you ever know
It ain't no chimneys or stockings
in the projects,
and if you get a gift it came out of pocket
So be thankful
even if you get a small amount,
it ain't the gift it's the thought
that really counts
You know it's true
that money can't buy you happiness
So count your blessings
as you listen to me rappin' this
And watch your kids
as they open up their presents
To see their faces lightin' up like heaven
I hope you got all the gifts
that you asked for
Just give me eggnog, Hennessy,
and some Mendo
On to the hood first stop,
it's Glennie's house
And get that bomb Christmas
dinner good lookin' out
And after that roam the hood
till I'm dead broke
And Merry Christmas everybody
as I drink and smoke
They don't have rights
If I could say so
Once again
It's Christmas in the ghetto
Kids are having fun
The best way they know how
But Christmas in the ghetto
Ain't much to talk about
It's Christmas in
With no toys for tots,
not for the kids and wats
We had to play in the streets
in front of the dope spots
And Christmas in the ghetto
was a major event
That was the only time we seen
what momma money was spent
And those were the days
a nigga kinda felt shame
The only thing we afforded
was a Monopoly game
We learned to make the be st
out of whatever we had
But no time to bitch and cry,
times was already bad
They started to get worse
as a nigga grew up
And when I think about those days,
shit was fucked up
See I won't get off in
to a niggas life story
But Christmas in the ghetto
wasn't no peaches and glory
Now I'll provide for my daughter
just to see her smile
It makes me feel good
cause that's my child
And it's still a gang of kids
less fortunate than me
Cause Christmas in the ghetto
is a burning tree
I don't have words
If I could say something
Once again
It's Christmas in the Ghetto
Kids are having fun
The best way they know how
But Christmas in the Ghetto
Ain't much to talk about
It's Christmas in the Ghetto
December 25th, woke up with a fifth
Taking pictures of my kids
As they're cracking open their gifts
On a day to give and hope to receive
Jehovah wit ness at my door
Knowing they don't believe
We already know that Santa's
ain't bringing us nothing
That mommy and daddy
do ing all the stocking stuffing
The cookies and all the decorations
Preparing for the Christ
mas celebration
Ain't nothing wrong with seeing
a kiddo child smile
Opening presents,
running around acting wild
Thinking back when that was me
Mama worked hard
and looked it out for the family
We don't have much,
if I could say something
Once again,
it's Christmas in the ghetto
Kids are having fun,
the best we can do
But Christmas in the ghetto,
ain't much to talk about
It's Christmas in the ghetto
Thanks