[Brer Rabbit]
2012. That's damn good vision
He spat, his gums calloused by neglect
Grinned and crisped into a red delicious
Its skin zesty, the air was sweetness
His skin was stretched and ancient
Cracked and seemed like a patch of pavement
Much too often and just as dark in pigment
He was my grandfather
The dwindling town knew him as Moses
His dwindling comrades call him Moe
I don't know if it was his age
Or the way he caused folks to move away
The air was damp but not suffocating
The stoop was ramshackle and yet sturdy
Treacherous, like the conversation
But still able to bear gravity's ambush
He was silent as he let the four numbers
Ricochet against permutations
Of broken dreams and personal triumphs
He spat out half of an apple seed
"Look at us, we're one foot removed
From working this very land without choice
One foot removed from the Promised Land
And did you know that Moses never made it to Canaan?"
2012. That's damn good vision
He spat, his gums calloused by neglect
Grinned and crisped into a red delicious
Its skin zesty, the air was sweetness
His skin was stretched and ancient
Cracked and seemed like a patch of pavement
Much too often and just as dark in pigment
He was my grandfather
The dwindling town knew him as Moses
His dwindling comrades call him Moe
I don't know if it was his age
Or the way he caused folks to move away
The air was damp but not suffocating
The stoop was ramshackle and yet sturdy
Treacherous, like the conversation
But still able to bear gravity's ambush
He was silent as he let the four numbers
Ricochet against permutations
Of broken dreams and personal triumphs
He spat out half of an apple seed
"Look at us, we're one foot removed
From working this very land without choice
One foot removed from the Promised Land
And did you know that Moses never made it to Canaan?"
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