Twas the night before Kwanza and all through the hood, Kwanza Klaus snuck through the window with a bag of stolen goods. He took the radio and the dvd, then ran out as fast as can be.
The cops were hot upon his trails, as Kwanza Klaus has the bag of stolen goods and jumped over the subway rails. He ran uptown to Harlem with his bling, hoping no one saw a thing.
He ran and dodged through the fire escape, the scent of chitllins and soda that was flavored grape. The food stamps were snugged upon the stocking in the projects, right next to the welfare checks. Many Harlem babies who do not know who there daddy be, one day will grow up to mug you and me.
But low and behold, have no fear, JTF will soon spread the cheer. That no more will we have people manipulated by this crap, and Jesse Jackson will whine and his ho ho hos be getting a slap. So upon the horizon there will be a new front to wake America up, it is time to take our pride back and never let up.
From your Friend,
MasterWolf1 (Anthony)
Oh and for Kwanza MMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMM!
