Urban Thanksgiving

Over the river and through the hood

to grandma's tenement we go

our stolen Cadillac's GPS knows the way

to cut around the drug-infested fray

through each pimp train, glittering hoe

Over the river and through the hood

to grandma's tenement we go

for red lights we'll not stop

cruising around each cop

our thanksgiving high to show

Over the river and through the hood

to grandma's tenement we go

smog streaming through cracked vents

fumes billowing through dual exhaust stents

Our blow pipes with bright beams aglow

Over the river and through the hood

arriving at grandma's barbeque shack

short ribs and ham shanks smoke

chitlin heads above boiling pots poke

only time to savor one last sniff of crack