Uh, yo!
It’s Christmas, bros!
Yeah...oh.
Oh no.

I’m gonna be late this year, gonna have to catch
Up on spreading that holiday cheer cause
“Joy to the World” doesn’t
Enter my world before the New Year.
That’s a historical fact.
A few years running that I’m on that track since
Finding all the things that you lack is such a task that I’m
Rather impassioned to lock the door in the back.

That’s my past. I really did that!
It’s hard enough to haggle with a heart at half-mast
But you add on top of that an incessant rap about these
Pieces of yourself you gotta pack, well, that’s sad.
Where are they at? Wait, am I getting fat?
Can I make it to this party on time? You do the math.
So I’ll be hanging out and gathering the fragments
To finally fill my Sapien sack.

Now that’s abstract,
But this Christmas, that’s where I’m at.

Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be sad.
I’ll go outside and I’ll be glad.
Yo! Show me how to do it
And maybe…
.
I don’t know strife
(You don’t know strife)
And I’m no genius.
(And you’re no genius)
I know there’s a place I’m supposed to go.
(You know there’s a place you’re supposed to go).
Things are hard but others’ got it harder.
They’re being smarter while I haven’t even started.

I know that I’m a person. That’s a basic observation
But at times I feel as though I’m not at full operation.
A moment’s hesitation has revealed stagnation
Of which this season implores evaluation.
So why do I deny that as the time goes by I’m nervous,
Feeling that I’m the one who put me out of service?
My problems aren’t imperative, my life is not a narrative,
I’m sabotaging clarity, scared to be truly merry.

I understand
That this Christmas, it’s in my hands.

Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be lonely.
I can go outside where people know me.
Yo! Show me how to prove it
And maybe…
(Break it down).

Oh, I’m in pain.
And it hurts my brain, aha.
Ho ho, it’s getting wacky up in here.
Heh ha ha ha ha, whoo.
Uh, uh, uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh, ooh.
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh).
[Hello out there?]
Hello?
[We’re about ready to resume our program.]

Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be bad.
I’ll step outside after this triad.
Yo! Show me where to go
And maybe...

Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be bad.
I’ll leave footprints just like my father had.
Yo! Show me where to go
And maybe…
(Maybe this Christmas is for me).

Well that’s my rhyme.
I bet on it and settled it in E flat nine.
But where does one go under a blanket of snow
When the singing’s all done but you’ve got nothing to show for?

I’m stuck, for real,
And keeping people happy is how I can deal.
I’m in the holiday spirit but my psyche’s not agreeable.
It threatens to destroy me, escape is unforeseeable.
I fail at every turn. I’m flailing in the trash.
I’m sitting on the couch. I’m licking up the ash.
I’m in the living room. I’m swimming in the rug.
I’m crying in the corner. I’m looking for a mug.
I can do better. I’m gonna do better.
I know I will. I’ve willed it.

[Oh, and friend o’ mine is free!]
As free as I’ll ever be.

Uh, yo.
It’s Christmas.
Honk honk
Word.

I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna open the door and walk out. I got a scarf. Actually, it’s...it’s, it’s kinda cold. I might...I might actually go back in. Peace.