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Mr. Lif - New Man Theme 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 Mr. Lif - New Man Theme - http://motolyrics.com/mr-lif/new-man-theme-lyrics.html
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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