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Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Lif - 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 armor of a soldier`s medal
I used to revel in the ways that were before me
Go to school get a job c`mon you know the usual story
I was 18 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 this goal, those without it die unhappy and cold
Another unwritten code, a savage story that`s told
By the media, the medium by which were controlled
It doesn`t benefit the spirit or the soul so when I enrolled I went bold
Here`s the list of things I wanted to know: MYSELF
And a list yet the jest professors are pissed tally up the classes I missed
But I did read books, opened up my mind, took a look within
Noticed hip hop was oozing through my skin
Cut my demo at the end of `94
After hustling to get loot, troopin` far and sleepin` on floors
Went to college as an athlete, was feedin` a fade
And came home as a dread who used 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 door

[Hook]
New man
I`m black, strong, intelligent man you ain`t steering me wrong
New man
I got heart, skill; follow my collar drop knowledge and build
New man
They can`t hold me back, they can`t hold me back

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 slaughtering burial
Paralyzed by the tears from my fathers eyes
Couldn`t even raise my head to know the 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, survivals your interest rate
Financin` is Manson, hopes are held for ransom
Powers dance and sorrows the anthem
Well, 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 overflowin` with adrenalin and energy
I infuriated my enemy with my integrity
Essentially, if you want to 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 road
I`m goin` to the club, I`m out my crib, I`m lockin` my door

[Hook]

 

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