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