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talk bad, got no respect
for anybody but me aint no anarchist this generation cant know individuality all dressed like clones head bedecked with earphones its the pop culture MP3 music blares everyone else hears dressed in Nikes and gap tattoos and belly buttons pierced aint no monarchist take daddy’s Visa for cigs stoned "hey you don't dig?" underneath, its the pop culture where are role models in violent video games aint no communist does Hollywood have answers in million dollar fame? verbal shit, anorexic girls late night party swirls its imitation in the pop culture like monkeys swinging from vine to vine Tarzan in baggies, Jane in skin tights too-young Lolitas attract young wolves painted lips, an enticing sight "just do it" says one slogan don't think, act, the fun's begun aint no monk-like Buddhist its sex in the pop culture I'm out of it, too old aint got too calloused, yet I see copycats with bad grades, attitudes and its my fault? so scat! I will, take no shit — don't talk to me I'm high as a kite flying free soaring with the pop culture popular identity [2007.8.3…b]
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