New Man Theme - Mr. Lif

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 honor of a soldier’s medal

I used to revel in the ways that were before me

Go to school, get a job, come on, you know the usual story

I was eighteen 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 it’s gold

Those without it die unhappy and cold

Another unwritten code

A savage story that’s told

By the media, the medium by which we’re controlled

It doesn’t benefit the spirit or the soul

So when I enrolled, I went bold

Here’s my list of things I wanted to know: myself

End of list, get the gist?

Professors are pissed

Tally up the classes I missed

But I did read books, opened up my mind, took a look within

Noticed hiphop was oozing through my skin

Cut my demo at the end of ninety-four

After hustling to get loot

Troopin' far and sleepin' on floors

Went to college as an athlete with speed and a fade

And came home as a dread who use 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 do'

(It's a new day)

I’m black, strong

Intelligent man, you ain’t steering me wrong

(It's a new day)

I got heart, skill

Follow my calling, drop knowledge and build

(It's a new day)

They can’t hold me back

They can’t hold me back

(It's a new day)

(It's a new day)

(It's a new day)

(Whatcha gonna do?)

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 slaughter and burial

Paralyzed by the tears from my father’s eyes

Couldn’t even raise my head to notice 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

Survival’s your interest rate

Financing is Manson

Hopes are held for ransom

Power’s dancing

Sorrow’s the anthem

But 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 overflowing with adrenaline and energy

I infuriated my enemy with my integrity

Essentially, if you wanna 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 go

I’m going to the club, I’m out my crib, I’m lockin' my do'

(It's a new day)

I’m black, strong

Intelligent man, you ain’t steering me wrong

(It's a new day)

I got heart, skill

Follow my calling, drop knowledge and build

(It's a new day)

They can’t hold me back

They can’t hold me back

(It's a new day)

(Whatcha gonna do?)

(It's a new day)