I am a slave to conformity
A social sheep
I go with the flow
And I am not too deep
I follow the latest fashion and fads
I hate all pop music especially my dads
I am hip and happening and talking like bling
Pretending I am black innit and ting
When I get older I’ll pull up my jeans
Comb down my hair and forget my teens
But today I’ll never conform or so it seems
I’ll live life in rebellion even if its in my dreams
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