Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Man Theme, artist - Mr. Lif. Album song I Phantom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
New Man Theme |
Now this is my escape from many things on many levels |
I couldn’t settle the pedal |
These are words of a rebel |
Come and dance with the devil in the bloody meadow |
The ground is metal from the honor of a soldier’s medal |
I used to revel in the ways that were before me |
Go to school, get a job, come on, you know the usual story |
I was eighteen and just about to hit the college scene |
On to Colgate, considered it prestigious and pristine |
What I mean, I was told |
That in life there’s a goal and it’s gold |
Those without it die unhappy and cold |
Another unwritten code |
A savage story that’s told |
By the media, the medium by which we’re controlled |
It doesn’t benefit the spirit or the soul |
So when I enrolled, I went bold |
Here’s my list of things I wanted to know: myself |
End of list, get the gist? |
Professors are pissed |
Tally up the classes I missed |
But I did read books, opened up my mind, took a look within |
Noticed hiphop was oozing through my skin |
Cut my demo at the end of ninety-four |
After hustling to get loot |
Troopin' far and sleepin' on floors |
Went to college as an athlete with speed and a fade |
And came home as a dread who use his pen as a blade |
Did I make the right decision? |
Well, my folks don’t think so |
I let them down, I’m in my room, I’m locking my do' |
(It's a new day) |
I’m black, strong |
Intelligent man, you ain’t steering me wrong |
(It's a new day) |
I got heart, skill |
Follow my calling, drop knowledge and build |
(It's a new day) |
They can’t hold me back |
They can’t hold me back |
(It's a new day) |
(It's a new day) |
(It's a new day) |
(Whatcha gonna do?) |
My once beloved room became hell |
Burning flesh is the smell |
The temperature rose |
My self-esteem fell |
In the morning, I would rise to get some cereal |
Then return to my torture quarters for my slaughter and burial |
Paralyzed by the tears from my father’s eyes |
Couldn’t even raise my head to notice somber skies |
Mom and I would sit and chat about me getting back on track |
She’d leave then I’d crawl into my lack of confidence trap |
What a vicious format |
The system sets parameters for livin' |
By using tunnel vision funneled to the money system |
Ads are dads |
Sitcoms are moms |
Dollars are our legs and arms |
And our heart is a bomb |
Detonate if you hesitate |
To slave or matriculate |
You’d better participate |
Survival’s your interest rate |
Financing is Manson |
Hopes are held for ransom |
Power’s dancing |
Sorrow’s the anthem |
But let’s return to this point in time where I’m |
Standing next to my ex-job's «Help wanted» sign |
You’ll find my mind overflowing with adrenaline and energy |
I infuriated my enemy with my integrity |
Essentially, if you wanna work there, don’t mention me |
They’ll cut in half your pay and punch your face as a penalty |
I’m self-empowered, hit the showers, I’m on the go |
I’m going to the club, I’m out my crib, I’m lockin' my do' |
(It's a new day) |
I’m black, strong |
Intelligent man, you ain’t steering me wrong |
(It's a new day) |
I got heart, skill |
Follow my calling, drop knowledge and build |
(It's a new day) |
They can’t hold me back |
They can’t hold me back |
(It's a new day) |
(Whatcha gonna do?) |
(It's a new day) |