| 作曲 : Haynes | |
| 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 | |
| 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) |
| zuo qu : Haynes | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Haynes | |
| 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 | |
| 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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