This is a song about "Modern"

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

Modern hippie just like hector

And then along came the wrong man for her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

It equates to a modern day norman bates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit