Culture Peddler

Spot him down the street he’s a common figure
How would you ignore him he’s attitude is a middle finger
His pants hang low that’s where he’s ignorance linger
Did you see the pierced ears? His rebellion shimmers
A real soldier in the mind and for his actions revolution triggers
Basking in the glory of urbanization’s sun
His thoughts are stories that are gory losing identification aint fun
With an ego glorified by city lights like fireflies that fly at night
A momentary spasm to be noticed pries by his plight
Preaching his topics his thoughts and logics are defied
For what he believes in has already been defiled
Walks with a swagger, talks in a slang that’s refined
Instill shocks to his elders mock the land that defined
His living rights betrayed but for the yearn in truth he strives