Now this is my escape from many things on many levels
I couldnt 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 soldiers medal
I used to revel in the ways that were before me
Go to school get a job cmon 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 theres a goal
And this goal, those without it die unhappy and cold
Another unwritten code, a savage story thats told
By the media, the medium by which were controlled
It doesnt benefit the spirit or the soul so when I enrolled I went bold
Heres 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 dont think so
I let them down Im in my room Im locking my door
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New man
Im black, strong, intelligent man you aint steering me wrong
New man
I got heart, skill follow my collar drop knowledge and build
New man
They cant hold me back, they cant 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
Couldnt even raise my head to know the somber skies
Mom and I would sit and chat about me getting back on track
Shed leave, then Id 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
Youd better participate, survivals your interest rate
Financin is Manson, hopes are held for ransom
Powers dance and sorrows the anthem
Well, lets return to this point in time where Im
Standing next to my ex jobs Help wanted sign, youll find
My mind overflowin with adrenalin and energy
I infuriated my enemy with my integrity
Essentially, if you want to work there, dont mention me
Theyll cut in half your pay and punch your face as a penalty
Im self empowered hit the showers, Im on the road
Im goin to the club, Im out my crib, Im lockin my door
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