Here's a Rhyme called "Indie Kids" I wrote quicker than a black american guy can exclaim "It wasnt me!"
Stepping out with those Rayban shades,Life's a runway and it's like we're on stage,
Those city lights like them Nikon Camera flashes,and when they come on we put on like matches,
Higher grade no average, you're so average with those Nike shoes to match with,
I do me I swear to God I shall stick with it,vintage shoes Cheap Monday skinnys on tight-fitted,
They say we're shallow but they're in too deep,and they might drown in those words they dont understand but speak,
Not on a mission to be different I was always there, and you have no fashion flare thus no air fare,
Call us Slaves to fashion or however you say it, it's visible in the chains hanging and lounging from on leather jacket,
Walking the streets listening to Mr Hendrix and the likes of,Individuality so damn loud you can't turn it off.