A Christmas Fucking Miracle

That was me in BK on Atlantic
 Never looked both ways, ran in traffic
 Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant
 Placed where the steel and cement became nature
 Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous
 Cityscape where the blood of good men courses
 And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain
 Take a knee to the gods and get horse shit
 Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it
 Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred
 Shit'll get in your head and cause panic
 Have you desperately begging to get famous
 Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned
 Sanity on the fringe of distorted
 Who are they to just take shit and hoard it?
 Who am I that I don't get my portion?
 The most impressionable minds
 Get molested and informed by manipulating forces
 Don't fret, little man, don't cry
 They can never take the energy inside you were born with
 Knowing that, understand you could never be poor
 You already won the war, you were born rich
 You can only take the energy you had
 Going back to the realm or the home where your Lord is
 Whoever, whatever that Lord is
 Couldn't give a fuck if you ever made fortunes
 Fuck anyone ever tryin' to run that bum shit
 Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live
 Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us
 Don't understand love's importance
 And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth
 Where the ashes and dust got formed in
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 The beat breaks and your teeth break
 Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake
 It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs
 Falling out your mouth and on to the landscape
 Me and El-P do the secret handshake
 Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face
 'Til he's punch drunk 'cause he's sweet as a pound cake
 (Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say
 Into the wild, wild style ghetto child running wild
 Where the lions and the owls stay
 The powers that be even offered up reprieves
 Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees
 But they can give that to the kings and the queens
 And the worshipers of idols and followers of things
 'Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages
 It's kill or be killed, and I'm working with the averages
 My professor emeritus
 Say we been cursed being brought to the AmeriKKKas
 How you raise a whole human single parent
 No marriages, no sense of heritage?
 Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages
 But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative
 Product of a teenage love, my arrogance
 Derives from the pride in the job my parents did
 Named Mike, I was told it was godlike
 Even danced with the devil, came out alright
 Okay, honor y'all? No way
 Still spell AmeriKKKa with the triple K
 Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea
 And any MC peeping what I go through
 Real rap, my last line's so true
 Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu, too
 We do it for you