Mr. Lif - New man theme скачать видео бесплатно

this song is from the 2002 album "I phantom"...it is a concept album described as "an exploration of the dynamics of everyday life, and the pursuit of our dreams, in a rapidly decaying society"....go buy it!!

Lyrics:

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]