This is a song about "Modern"

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

So in layman’s terms my words burn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

To dishonor the modern day slavery

Once as a slave who imagined being free

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Modern hippie just like hector