Listen Up Boppers (Mi Gente)

This goes out to all you real street boppers,
Those who don't give a fuck wats normal and proper, The original shock rockers,
The lame shit blockers,
To the early rebels aka the Sweeny Toddlers,
To all the odd ones who are just a bit odder
To the demons who claim hell as their Alma Mater.
Then i ask myself "why do I even bother?"
Why call upon those who destiny has altered?
Are there any divine minds left who never falter?
Third eye steady with the aim of archer?
To there own beat marchin, socialite arson
In other words the swag is fire startin.
To never beg a pardon and photograph your mind for the back of milk cartons, to the last living Spartans, keep your spears sharpened
Rebel leader declares all lames as a target (writer's Block again)