It was the night before Christmas

By Youth Justice Coalition


It was the night before Christmas, when all through the block

Not a gangsta was stirring, not even a cop
Our old kicks were hung over telephone lines
In hopes that the County would come through on time


The shorties were knocked out in the back of the truck
No money for a mo-mo, we were clean outta luck
But moms had her braids done, and also her tips
Thugs said she was fly - all the Eses, Bloods and Crips


We was broke and cold, but our bellies were full
And we thought Santa might show if he could get bail
Plus we had each other - that made it all right
So we all fell asleep on a cold desert night


But the quiet ended when someone got caught slippin’
Out in the street, the cops’ sirens were straight trippin’
I was up at the windshield, but my sis pulled me to the floor
"Boy, do you wanna get shot? Don't you know where you are?"


And shining its light into our little bucket
Was it Santa? - Nah just the LAPD's ghetto bird. Ahhhh, fuck it.
Still, I stayed peeping over palm trees and trash
And saw someone running toward where moms kept her stash


I was worried they'd take the small money we had
I had to be brave, I was mom’s little man
So, I leapt from the truck in my red-footed jumper
And I covered the box hidden beneath the truck bumper

Round the corner came the two drivers, coming at me so quick
But it wasn't a angel and it wasn't St Nick
They were chasing that fool, as he flew past my neck
They were driving too crazy. They was gonna cause a wreck!


And they whistled, and shouted, and called him by name!
"Fuck ya hood!" I'll kill ya!” I heard one proclaim.
Some others I now saw were in a squad car
"Hold up or we'll shoot. You won't make it that far

Whether Eses, Bloods or Crips, I couldn't quite say
But they were looking to kill, and I was right in the way
And just as they fired, the cops fired too
Little missiles of death from AKs, ninas and 22s


I ducked, but the bullets were faster than me
I felt something warm as I fell to one knee
The concrete was cold and the lights they were glaring
I heard my moms scream and saw my sisters staring


"Oh, God save this baby," I heard someone cry
But, I saw my brothers and cousins as I looked to the sky
They had all passed before me and were lighting the way
A long road of death from the streets of L.A.


Whether it was a cop or a gangsta, I still can't be sure
All I know is that guns offer only one kind of cure
I ain't mad or bitter, I got no one to blame
It ain't the corrupt system or the homies looking for fame

It's not as simple as that, not that black and white
Not good guys and bad guys mixed up in a fight
And prisons won't solve it, this war on the streets
To silence the violence ya can't do it with heat
(I realized this as they covered my face with a sheet)

Bring love to the hood, and a legit way to make ends
Recognize that the gangstas are first sons and friends
And all the homies and shorties, we're not a disease
We're just little kids trying hard to break free


To the top of the fence on top of juvenile hall
"Break away! Break away! Break away all!"
To the top of the dome above city hall
Fly Little Homie, and never fear that you'll fall

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the roof-tops of L.A. we all flew
The black and brown angels who died before they grew


Ever wonder why Christmas in the hood isn't so merry?
It’s not just the money that lacking, it's the lost kids that's so scary
Every holiday reminds people of someone they miss
Not a grandma or uncle, but some youngster's kiss


We could stop the killing and bring peace to the block
But not with a an injunction or another cell block
Not with a blue rag or red rag at the end of a glock
Or by surrounding our houses like prisons with gates and padlocks

Not with cheap drugs that fill our veins up with doubt
Not with new lofts and Starbucks forcing poor people out
You know what to do, or I hope that you do
It's not nothing mysterious or nothing new


You just have to do it - set aside all your greed
And take time to give the homies all that we need
Schools that are decent and prepare us for college
A safe place to play that will give us some knowledge


Hush to the police and the people who lead
Hush to the gangstas too angry to bleed
Listen instead to the innocents caught in the streets
And make sure to leave justice under our Christmas trees