Unhood your ears so this ain’t misunderstood,
Boyhood through adulthood,
You think your living ‘Kidulthood’
Sayin’ “The streets are rough”,
But what’s really the likelihood
In this suburban neighbourhood?
You ain’t low riding through Compton!
You claim it’s for the greater good,
Like you’re some kinda Robin Hood!
Trying to hoodwink the facts,
Just a hoodlum gettin’ jacked
All bling, tracksuits and hoodies,
Thinking it’s dope to be a “hoody”,
Little Red Riding Hood
Is more street, that’s whack!
You’re so full of falsehoods
Thinking you’re the Original G,
But we both know there ain’t no
Boyz in your hood.


Poem © Phen Weston


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: