A St. Louis Kwanzaa
‘Twas the night before Kwanzaa, and all through the hood,
The nigras were restless and up to no good.
Lookouts were perched at each corner with care, […]
‘Twas the night before Kwanzaa, and all through the hood,
The nigras were restless and up to no good.
Lookouts were perched at each corner with care, […]