Dated 22-August-2001
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Freaks toting cell phones
Yuppies with ink
These cross-culture habits
Are starting to stink.
Stations in life
No longer defined
Just keep who you are
Locked tight in your mind.
No niches, no crannies
In life’s little game
Lost are the labels
That made us the same.
Drop outs made doctors
Preps stocking shelves
Now all our lives,
Are defined by ourselves.