Thanksgiving Day - Guy Davis

There's still plenty of leaves Golden on the trees Hoodies, blue jeans and football Bonfires and school nights Scarecrows and hay rides It's fall everywhere except the mall I don't want to hear about Santa Claus coming No silver bells or a dozen drummers drumming I don't want to see an inflatable nothing Till the day after Thanksgiving (And not a day early) Don't plug in those electric candles Or dangle those stockings from the living room mantle Those tangled up lights are more than I can handle Till the day after Thanksgiving Then, oh, let it snow Go and tell everyone you know That Christmas is here Every day between now and new year Don't deck the halls with the tinsel or the holly You can make me grumpy, but you can't make me jolly Elves don't even make curly-head dollies Till the day after Thanksgiving Then, oh, let it snow Christmas card, everyone you know Then pour on the cheer Every day between now and new year I want the cookies and the mistletoe kissing Angel on top of a tall tree glisten Wrap it all up in a pretty red ribbon The day after Thanksgiving (You can put antlers on your car for all I care) As long as it's the day after Thanksgiving

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto