It’s that special time of year for boys and girls to bask in the warmth of kith and kin, a time that crosses cultural and socio-economic boundaries.♪ ♫ On the twelfth day of Ghetto Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Twelve cans of Schlitz
Eleven food stamps
Ten press-on nails
Nine dollar scratch-offs
Eight playas playin’
Seven sirens wailing
Six misdemeanors
Five buff-a-lo wings
Four stolen rims
Three gold teeth
Two packs of Kools
and a high-school equiv-a-len-cy! ♪ ♫
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