You can barely see a face
buried behind those shades.
But she don’t give a damn
’cuz her corneas are safe.
Prescription insoles.
Feelin’ the flow.
Oldies playin’ low
on her way to the sto’.
Pantyhose high.
Watch grandma fly.
27 in a 45.
Middle-fingers in her eye.
Grandma don’t care.
She’s cruising in her whip:
a tricked out, souped up
Honda Civic ’96.
Sportin’ 20-inch rims.
Can’t barely see no rubber.
Got some flashing neon lights
on the bottom of that sucker.
Bright green paint job,
barely legal tints,
neon green wing
on the back of that thing.
Top speed 120,
but the engine’s real loud.
She’s drilled holes in the muffler
to make a deceptive sound.
When she drives by the high school,
all the homeboys go nuts:
“Even my pink Toyota
ain’t that hooked up!”
She drives up to an intersection,
and stops at a light.
She looks out the window
to see some kid on a bike.
Grandma revs her engine,
stares this punk in the eye.
The kid stares back
…it’s racing time.
The light turns green,
but Grandma’s kinda slow.
The honking and cursing
can’t make Grandma go.
In a short time, it’s too late.
The kid is out of sight.
And Grandma’s straight loungin’
at the same green light.
Grandma don’t care.
She’s chillin’ in her whip,
Her souped up,
bright green Honda is the shit.
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