Modern Man - Wrekonize

Sole down on the coldest pavement

Hear the music and I’m coming out to face it

In the place where they may get face lifts

Instead of trying to get a bit of entertainment

Walk a thin line on an incline

All above a little bit of sentimental circus

And we thought this what we were owed

I think these motherfuckers maybe getting nervous

I’m on some take what’s mine

In your face for the dime like an eighth of the time

Wait faithfully primed

Get a place and a time shit I been casing your grind

You ain’t even really seen and running with the coldest

The JD in my bloodstream knows it

You all crooked and your whole team shows it

We break crews like you for the focus

This is a message for all of those trying to hold me back

Beware when the kid got an open jack

Get ya back up in another sunny col de sac

They say he’s humble but don’t ever tease the lion

Cuz you may wake a sleeping giant right around his feeding time

I can’t sleep good

While these crabs are in this bucket

And they all are trying to keep us down

Up in this motherfucker

I can’t eat good

When there’s poison in my food

Cause they preserve the day it’s due

So we can get it tasting new

I can’t speak good

Because I’m raised to just behave

Instead of go and seize the day

They told me learn to be a slave

I can’t sleep good, eat good, speak good

Tell me now what’s a modern man to do?

I can’t sleep good

I can’t eat good

I can’t speak good

What’s a modern man to do?

In the middle of a seance with the same song

I been laid off for the paper

Get him up and lay walls cause the hate falls

Right away on to your neighbors

Enemies are closer and approach ya with the potent

Dose of don’t ya need a donor

I’m good bro and the loaner

You can keep it with it’s shitty little owner own up

I’m on some take what’s yours

Gimme bass in the core with a taste of the war

It was safer before when we wade to the shore

Just to get another fate from The Lord

I be running round and trying to figure out the cycle

With a bit of bullshit an a rifle

When I spit an pull shit get an eyeful

This strange mans not a god damn idol

You been so busy just chasing the dream that they sold you quick

Bend over back up and just slowly drift

On top of that pack of exploding dicks

They say us passive will get fucked along the line

But you may only get the time to take one breath before you’re mine