Today I have a poem for you titled Excuse. I hate excuses. I hate hearing and making them. This type of excuse is the one I hate the most. Enough about it, enjoy it below.
Excuse: When I was a kid, I used to fight every week When you grow up in the hood, they think you weak You got square up and knock out some teeth To prove a name But nowadays dudes carry the strap like M.A Lose a fight then they put bullets in the air Dudes have no aim, kids mess around and catch a stray I’m from a land they call the zoo But I will not allow myself to become a product too The hood doesn’t make you Your actions do Saying you from the hood like that’s a good excuse Pick another excuse The projects didn’t put that gun in your hand, you did It’s millions of kids who had their head on straight While you tried so hard to fit in with the crowd But saying you from the hood supposed to make up for it all Yeah right, it’s just another lame excuse If I kept on fighting to make a name, I would be just like you
