workin' my li'l' black elves to the bone

if santa claus was the real deal
christmas magic would be
a black mama’s kind of justice:
well i know you
kicked your bedroom wall in
this past september / but honestly
your mama was drunk again
dada just sent down
for the third time
since last christmas / you
hadn’t had a decent meal
in weeks
and i know
cause i been watchin all year long
how your blood sugar gets at times
like these

beneath those fighting fists
is a damn fine child
who just needs some kind of break
once in a while
so what the hey
merry christmas kid
now perk up & gimme a smile

old black ms claus would say
nuh uh
for you / being good
was easy
you got everything you pointed at
opportunity besides / &
still didn’t make the most of it
being good for you was mighty easy
& yet you still managed
most of the time
to absolutely shit me
‘technically good’ isn’t good enough
for me
not when i am watchin you grow up
to be some kind of
right leaning
spoiled racist dick
seriously
i am not sure i even like you
let alone
workin my li’l’ black elves to the bone
to give you shit
turn the fuck around
go home
& try again next year

if santa claus was the real deal
christmas magic would be
a black mama’s kind of justice
& all the world would try
that tiny bit harder
to just
come good