Excuse me
Excuse me Mr.President isn't it evident that our deficit can't be explained through a teacher's chalk
That's real talk
I got a grandmother who can barely walk and a cousin that wants to learn to
I got another cousin who's in jail and to see him there's a glass I gotta look through
He sees my soul but has never felt the soles of my shoes
Never seen life through my world views
Ironically, the evidence of consequence consequently condense my conscience
The government and their laws and rules and numbers scare me into my behavior

I got a blunt full of sorrow and I'm letting it slow burn
My guts are churned
The world's chewed up my friends and family like kids chew up happy meals from Mickey D's
Honestly
The last time I saw my father truly happy was the day I was born, and I don't even remember that far
Thoughts like that go round and round in my head like sleek seven piston sports cars
I don't think about them at large
Or they're larger then me
I image with my eyes closed what I refuse to actually see
The sad truth
That my cousin might never leave jail, my other cousin might not learn to walk from her mother, and my grandmother might stop walking one day
So excuse me 
For worrying

I worry for this country constantly 
If it ain't a dictatorship we go about it happily
Problem with the one percent, they'll fix it snappishly
They change things radically to keep on living lavishly  
We call them politicians instead of his or her majesty
While the rest of us feed them cash, barely surviving stagnantly
Excuse me sir for being socially aware
Even snobby nostrils smell bullshit in the air
They keep on plotting, keep on lurking in the lairs
Excuse me Mr.President because I care 

Excuse me Roots of America for where my allegiance lies.
But everyday, a little gay boy or gay girl cries 
Crippled and rippled by raw rockets to their souls,
It leaves them simmering in their sorrows, turns their rooms into tear bowls. 
It's an obvious obsticle for any young mind who's never seen a gay couple in their optacles. 
Little Jimmy never knows why Pops won't buy him popsicles. 
And so, the next generation prolongs the nation's starvation, 
For reform, for gay rights, for human rights that we left for the founding fathers to write- 
For the light that'll bring gay men and women out of their eternal nights 
But we can fix it, it's not too late to end the hate. 
We need to give kids characters to relate,
Teach priests to not interpretate, 
To keep laws national and not just state to state!
And even with all that, it might not happen over night.
We as activists could fight our whole lives and still never reach the arguement's height.
But even if we don't, 
I still pledge my allegiance to that rainbow flag, that will help unite these states in America. 
And to the ideas for which it stands, 
1 nation, under all Gods, 
Indivisible, with liberty and equality for all. 
Excuse me, for being an ally.