Author's Note:
This is a poem inspired by Keke Palmer's Hood Anthem.
When you go driving down the street
To a different side of town
Do you judge everyone you see
Like they go shootin' people down?
You wonder what the schools are like
For children around here
Do they learn how to do hair
Or how to make John Adams beer?
Well I can sure tell you something
Not everyone's a hustler
There could be fifteen kids
That belong to just one mother
No matter how hard they work
No matter how they try
If they were born in the hood
They'll be hood until they die
If they go and win an Oscar
Which, I mean, they could
You'll still think of the gangsters
Cause they were raised in the hood
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