As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In a cabin.
(In a cabin.)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It is another hungry mouth to feed
In a cabin.
(In a cabin.)
>How many days left until the black swan event?
We got 300, maybe 200 homies with nines and forties. Soon as you pay, you show us those swans. We blastin' them.