Christmas perfect

It's christmas eve and what do i see
i see bumbs on the streets begging for me
begging for my hard earned money
I see the poor sleeping on the streets
because no one wants to help them
because everybodies on their merry way
on there merry way
it's christmas eve and what do i see
i see the blacks struggling to make ends meet
i see the whites spending their plastic cards
cause they are afraid of losing money and power
i am afraid that we as blacks arent getting anywhere
i aam afraid that we are moving in a slower place than we was before
i am afraid that Bush is going to tear us down
to make a world of never
i am afraid of when those glasious melt in Alaska that we will drown with it
i am afraid that one day we will be gone
but today i stand here to say
Today is christmas eve and what do i see
i see people screeming
someone just got shoot down the block
what not agai
its christmas eve and what do i see
i see the blood with worms gathering on it because no one cared enough to clean it up
i see nothing
i see hate
i see torture
i see no one brave enough to look into their own reflection
and when they finally do look
thaT mirror will break and theier life of fantasy will then become reality
but once that bullet of common sense finally approches them it will be to late
because people still wouldn't care if Christmas was perfect anyway