Afro Pick In My Stocking

[Verse 1] Mama said, “Boy, don’t cut your hair” So I let that fro grow wild with flair All year long I kept it tight Combin’ slow in the morning light They laughed at school, said it looked too big But I held my crown, didn’t dance no jig ‘Cause I had a dream, and I kept on knockin’ That Santa would slide in and fill my stocking— --- [Chorus] 🎶 With an afro pick in my stocking, Lordy! Chrome teeth shinin’, it’s gonna be glory Lift me up like a holiday hymn Let me strut with pride when I comb it in Afro pick in my stocking, that’s the plan Gonna rock this crown like a soul-filled man 🎶 --- [Verse 2] Daddy said, “Now that’s our boy” Keepin’ it round like a disco toy No perm, no cap, no press or wave Just a natural halo, bold and brave Hung my sock by the heater vent Wrote a note to Santa, every word I meant Didn’t ask for trains or a brand new bike Just one black pick with the fist I like— --- [Chorus] 🎶 Afro pick in my stocking, please Make it shine like my auntie’s knees Red suit Santa, hear my cry I been good all year, didn’t even lie Afro pick in my stocking, that’s my joy From a round-haired, proud lil' soul boy 🎶 --- [Bridge – Spoken Word Over Groove] 🗣️ “I ain’t need no toy soldier, no G.I. Joe… Just somethin’ to show the world my fro! Ain’t nothin' wrong with standin’ tall— Let that pick ride high and say it all!” --- [Verse 3 – Choir Joins In] Christmas morn, I ran so fast My stocking full of joy at last Pulled it out like a treasure deep Made my soul do a righteous leap Mama cried and Daddy smiled “You earned that pick, my freedom child” Now I walk with a little more swing Head held high—it’s a beautiful thing— --- [Final Chorus – Full Choir & Horns] 🎶 Afro pick in my stocking, say! Turnin’ Christmas into Kwanzaa Day Let the tambourines ring and the organ roll That pick's not plastic—it’s made of soul Afro pick in my stocking, hallelu Santa came through like I always knew 🎶