Jesus came to the crib
Saw the blk(est) girl with her box braids
cnd hammer in hand
Climbed past the steel-gated screen door
Looked at the shorty with a gleaming scalp
Shining bright
Blk girl lips smack at the sight of jesus
Everybody 'round these parts bend corners quick
So she like where you been?
She questions his arrival
Late as a summer sunset but still hot
cnd on time
Praise be
Jesus don't hold grudges
Come right into the crib
Blk girl staring with salty eyes
cs fly as he made her
cnd he like:
That's good