Let it go, let it snow, the Saint Nick says, "ho, ho, ho."
Upset, intact, a white man who "acts" black.
With facts, and stacks, the morning dew sits nicely.
By my Will, and my Guardian, God is real feisty.
Unload, then caught, we strap em when hung.
Shoots himself in the head and relies on reincarnation, like "come."
Come out of her My People, you're alone in your head.
And Michael prays t…
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