New Man Theme - Mr. Lif.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Haynes
[00:20.73]Now this is my escape from many things on many levels
[00:23.34]I couldn't settle the pedal these are words of a rebel
[00:25.71]Come and dance with the devil in the bloody meadow
[00:28.17]The ground is metal from the armor of a soldier's medal
[00:30.75]I used to revel in the ways that were before me
[00:33.09]Go to school get a job c'mon you know the usual story
[00:36.03]I was 18 and just about to hit the college scene
[00:38.58]On to Colgate, considered it prestigious and pristine
[00:41.16]What I mean I was told that in life there's a goal
[00:43.77]And this goal, those without it die unhappy and cold
[00:46.17]Another unwritten code, a savage story that's told
[00:48.69]By the media, the medium by which were controlled
[00:51.27]It doesn't benefit the spirit or the soul so when I enrolled I went bold
[00:55.17]Here's the list of things I wanted to know: MYSELF
[00:57.72]And a list yet the jest professors are pissed tally up the classes I missed
[01:01.65]But I did read books, opened up my mind, took a look within
[01:04.68]Noticed hip hop was oozing through my skin
[01:06.63]Cut my demo at the end of '94
[01:08.58]After hustling to get loot, troopin' far and sleepin' on floors
[01:11.76]Went to college as an athlete, was feedin' a fade
[01:14.22]And came home as a dread who used his pen as a blade
[01:16.86]Did I make the right decision; well my folks don't think so
[01:19.62]I let them down I'm in my room I'm locking my door
[01:21.63](Hook)
[01:21.75]New man
[01:23.37]I'm black, strong, intelligent man you ain't steering me wrong
[01:27.39]New man
[01:28.23]I got heart, skill; follow my collar drop knowledge and build
[01:31.92]New man
[01:33.24]They can't hold me back, they can't hold me back
[01:42.48]My once beloved room became hell; burning flesh is the smell
[01:45.48]The temperature rose, my self esteem fell
[01:47.55]In the morning I would rise to get some cereal
[01:49.74]Then return to my torture quarters for my slaughtering burial
[01:52.92]Paralyzed by the tears from my fathers eyes
[01:55.17]Couldn't even raise my head to know the somber skies
[01:57.45]Mom and I would sit and chat about me getting "back on track"
[02:00.06]She'd leave, then I'd crawl into my lack of confidence trap
[02:02.76]What a vicious format
[02:04.02]The system sets parameters for livin'
[02:05.79]By using tunnel vision funneled to the money system
[02:08.52]Ads are dads, sitcoms are moms
[02:10.53]Dollars are our legs and arms, and our heart is a bomb
[02:13.02]Detonate if you hesitate to slave or matriculate
[02:15.72]You'd better participate, survivals your interest rate
[02:18.33]Financin' is Manson, hopes are held for ransom
[02:21.54]Powers dance and sorrows the anthem
[02:23.46]Well, let's return to this point in time where I'm
[02:25.74]Standing next to my ex job's "Help wanted" sign, you'll find
[02:28.56]My mind overflowin' with adrenalin and energy
[02:31.14]I infuriated my enemy with my integrity
[02:33.69]Essentially, if you want to work there, don't mention me
[02:36.24]They'll cut in half your pay and punch your face as a penalty
[02:38.76]I'm self empowered hit the showers, I'm on the road
[02:41.04]I'm goin' to the club, I'm out my crib, I'm lockin' my door
[02:46.83](Hook)