Broke Christmas

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
My mom and daddy were some very good parents
They did what they had to do to break their perseverance
There was sacrifice, lots of sacrifice
Many times they stooped low for me to have it nice
They never had a lot of money but they made it work
So many nights of seeing sweat and dirt on Daddy's shirt
Never understood or got it till I got some years
Growing up, facing fears, wiping up my tears
No matter what, he'd always come through
For my sisters and my brother, mysеlf and mama too
Grime on his hands from the hustle and thе grind
Not old enough to comprehend the muscle and the mind
And even if he dropped the ball to pay some bills
He never dropped the ball at Christmas time and that's for real
Cause mom and dad's know that day their kids are sacred
Get them presents it don't matter what it's paid with

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Broke Christmas (Christmas)
And I'll never stop until there's food on my plate (my plate)
It's just business (business)
And my enemies won't understand until it's too late (it's too late)
Broke Christmas (Christmas)
And I'll never stop until there's food on my plate (my plate)
It's just business (business)
And my enemies won't understand until it's too late (it's too late)
Broke Christmas (Christmas)

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
When I was seventeen daddy hit a bad spell
Times got rough and work wasn't paying well
Even keeping food on the shelf became a chore
Arguments between my parents happened more and more
Christmas time came around, shit was looking grim
Bills barely paid, daddies pockets looking slim
And back then every single kid including me
Wanted the same thing underneath the Christmas tree
A Sega Genesis back then was the shit
Every single friend I had for sure was getting it
Besides me, my dad was broke it wasn't happening
So for me that meant no video game unwrappining
So Christmas morning all my friends, they be playing games
Besides me and the thought of that was fucking lame
Just a first world problem of a teenage kid
Stick around and listen to the stupid shit I did

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Broke Christmas (Christmas)
And I'll never stop until there's food on my plate (my plate)
It's just business (business)
And my enemies won't understand until it's too late (it's too late)
Broke Christmas (Christmas)
And I'll never stop until there's food on my plate (my plate)
It's just business (business)
And my enemies won't understand until it's too late (it's too late)
Broke Christmas (Christmas)

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Now keep in mind that I was stupid and I'm still young
And got the bright idea that I would go and steal one
Hit the mall, went to Target no repent with this
In and out quick, I hit 'em up stole the Genesis
In the parking lot, met by security
Snatched me up, oh my God the thought of dad brought fear in me
Mama came and picked me up, I done shamed of it
Never would it hold a candle to my daddies anger
I embarrassed him and ruined our families holiday
And every Christmas since then I reflect that day
I made a promise to myself to always go hard
Never let some hard times pull me and my kids apart
So I hit the grindstone and grabbed the money bag
Hit the hustle, give my kids the things I never had
And that's the number one thing that's on my wish-list
Never fail my kids, especially when it's Christmas

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Broke Christmas (Christmas)
And I'll never stop until there's food on my plate (my plate)
It's just business (business)
And my enemies won't understand until it's too late (it's too late)
Broke Christmas (Christmas)
And I'll never stop until there's food on my plate (my plate)
It's just business (business)
And my enemies won't understand until it's too late (it's too late)
Broke Christmas (Christmas)