The Narc before Christmas

Twa's the night before Christmas and all through the hood, All the homies wuz chillen, feeling all good. Some brothers wuz watching the corner with care. Hopin the chronic guy soon would be there. The shorties wuz zoned out, asleep in the bed. With visions of being the G in their heads. The silvery moon light on unplowed snow. Ain't really that bright here in the ghetto. Now I in my starter,My bitch in her do. wuz fixen to roll up a blunt or two. When a clatter came from the street below. We knew in a flash, it must be five oh. I ran to the window and threw up the sash. She ran to the bathroom to flush down the stash. All we wanted for christmas was a hurried flush. Before we got caught in the christmas rush. There were jolly footsteps on the stair. The room was sprayed to clear the air. Soon little blue elves, a dozen or more. Were merrily kicking down my door. Hey I'm to big for santa's knee. won't you Make him take it off of me. The room was tossed, was nothing found. I watched it all from on the ground. They tore up the cushion, and ripped up the bed. Put a glock upside my head. With fat red faces, and bellies that shook. As they beat on my head with a telephone book. yes its Christmas night and santa's here. Thank God he just comes once a year. I heard them exclaim, as they took us that night. We're you're local police, And we treat you right.Merry Christmas everyone. tee hee......... Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 03:17 AM PST, Patric Patterson    0 • 14