Some of us like to be bling, <br />Some of us like to sing. <br />We think of the old as moany, <br />They think of us as phoney. <br /> <br />They don’t understand me or you, <br />Because they don’t think we are true. <br />But really were both to blame, <br />As we do drive them insane. <br /> <br />We all like to be cool, <br />If we aren’t the same I’m the fool. <br />There’s a lot that give us this bad name, <br />So all of us shouldn’t get the blame. <br /> <br />We aren’t all bad, <br />And no we aren’t sad. <br />Listen then they could, <br />I am not ashamed to wear a hood. <br /> <br />Raps not just noise, <br />Just cause it’s not the beach boys, <br />So all you that are older start thinking bolder, <br />Then you’ll understand we aren’t all colder.<br /><br />kirk harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/us-teenagers/
