Letra de 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

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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

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