Olders all think they know me
Take one look an’ wanna judge me
Think cause of my dress code
I’m a badass G on the wrong road
No wonder I wanna explode
Teachers say wanna grow me
Have the answers and wanna show me
But they don’t know me
School don’t wanna include me
They talk about makin’ me able
Civilised, calm an’ stable
They only want to climb that league table
Shopkeeper just see the hoodie
Thinks I up to no good me
Thinks that I wanna rob he
Follows me round the shop he
Then thinks I’M rude
Cause bein’ misconstrued
I return HIS bad attitude
Feds play their part in this game
Yeah, I’m ALWAYS to blame
I’m out on the streets
For my mates meets and greets
But this cause consternation
To the local olders population
An’ I end up down the fed station
I have one thing left to say
An that’s at the end of the day
All you olders out there
You’re not bein’ fair
You gotta get some balance
And give the youth a chance
Jus’ remember that you were young once
(2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem