This is a song about "Modern"

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

In the urban envrionemt of modern

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

See i'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day shakespeare

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

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