Lyrics:
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by
The chimney with
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by
they press me sharply
And harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
life
Look, so he headed to his brother's
Drowning, he was gonna leave in the flames
Tears in his eyes as he
Speeds through the lanes
They say love hurts
a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly
his blue eyes was sadness
That comes from the need of a friend
And tho' he tried, he still couldn't hide
The loneliness there, deep within
Said he
to convey difficult truth in a constructive and promising way for the future?"
He flipped through the manual to the right page. His eyes were greeted by old
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
by
For moseying back in dreams where
Seeing us lost and scared
He put his hand on our shoulders
And pointed us to the temple across town
(Ooh) in a hand basket
As the boat sailed on through the eye of the storm
The Captain took a nip of his rum
Unaware of his plight, his drink was laced
Despite his mistakes and his many flaws
They stayed by his side through the pain he caused
But not all his friends were as understanding
They saw his
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Jesus loves me, I know, Bible tells me so
You wanna be Christ-like, gotta have child-like (Faith)
Consider it a trial by faith, living in His grace
No fuck niggas in his circle
No your not allowed
Because he's going to do right by his angel sitting in the cloud
And move through a room of sharks
at my kids, baby mama never home
Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie
Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, crew shit
Same with
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
(Recitation)
Once in Persia reigned a king who upon his royal ring carved these words so true and wise
Which when held before his eyes gave him
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly
the discomfort
Ain't trust them right away
Saw the devil in they eyes
His homie looking straight
But something was different in him
Not the same from yesterday,
thought that he could run so he fled South
Now he's left all alone
He's grown out his hair
The look in his eyes is a fiery stare
And he's standing right
The young man in his moment
Of wandering thought became
Solitary in his claim to sure footing
As all fell beneath this strange power
The young man excluded by
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