Então é Natal

Num surto natalino, me lembrei do Run DMC. My Adidas forever. E em cenas do Die Hard com Bruce Willys. O Duro de Matar. Um filme que mesmo sem gostar, sei cada diálogo. E a letra do Run DMC, continua bem urbana. Uma crônica.

It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark

When I see a man chilling with his dog in the park

I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear

Looked at his dog, oh my God, an illin' reindeer

But then I was illin' because the man had a beard

And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared

So I turned my head a second and the man had gone

But he must have dropped his wallet smack down on the lawn

I picket the wallet up then I took a pause

Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"

A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's

Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease

But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right

So I was going home to mail it back to him that night

But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree

Was a letter from Santa and the dough's for me...