Father time is walking by / Trying to stare me in my eye / I tip my Hat and hustle past his way.
Contemplating what to do now / How to show ‘em who I be / People flood the spark inside with waters of their disbelief /

Use the gifts I got inside me / Fueled by the joy within
While I wrestle with the odds / I run against / They Inundate me on the cyber tryin to laugh away my fire / Not respecting where Ive been or why I came / All they say is the same things

Chorus:
They say / You’re such an Old Man / Too long in the tooth / You’re not in demand / Too wrong for the youth / (they say to me) / You’re such an Old Man / No market for you / You warrant old fans / Who wont spend the loot

Every time I turn around the corner / I see old familiar scenes , broken dreams
All the pieces on the ground from those convinced they couldn’t be
With a word or an expression or a comment left on line.
People have a nasty way to make you feel you’re Out of time

I refute their cold dismission / Charge no fee for the admission
Jump through shiny flaming hoops to play the game / Fortify a new position Redefine my definition / Sacrifice my pride to put light on my name / They repeat the same refrain

Chorus:
They say / You’re such an Old Man / Too long in the tooth / You’re not in demand / Too wrong for the youth / (they say to me) / You’re such an Old Man / No market for you / You warrant old fans / Who wont spend the loot

Rap:
Old ain’t about your age, body , gray hair Counting the wrinkles on your face or your deriere / It’s a state of mind not what’s defined by corporate Biz / They can be cool but here’s what it is / They can prep you, pamper, shrink wrap and get you hyped.
Pay a fraction on a coin, shelf your product and shut the door tight

Nowadays the power’s with the people / Mix it, bake it send it through the air / But without enough follows likes admires will they even see you there?

Put your hands in the air if somebody put you in a box, locked it with locks
So you couldnt breathe / Too Young, Too Old, Too Dark Too Light / Baffles you, you know you got what they need / How can they challenge what was given us?
Not by “Hova”, but Jevovah and the Grace from the cross.

We’re all trying just to hold on / Grab another swig to judge until we hear from Ponce De Leon / Made inimitable originally given the indescribable / Viably discernable from indomitable rivals / We are meant for more / More than prying at another slammed door
Flying on Faith until we get the encore / Then Soar to that other level we all strive for

One day our son will not be judged by the date of his birth but by the content of his character / And of course his qualifications / The manifestation of hard work passion
And Love

Yeah my hair is gettin gray and I crack around the eye / I will shoot my star high blazing ing the sky / I refuse to drink the kool aid / Ride the wagon for the band
The consensus of the senseless thoughts of man

If its true what they’re projecting / My life needs some reflecting
Then I guess I got one foot set in the grave / But I have found a youthful fountain
And I’m gonna climb that mountain / Looking for the solace that I crave
Embrace the change / but they say

Chorus:
They say / You’re such an Old Man / Too long in the tooth / You’re not in demand / Too wrong for the youth / (they say to me) / You’re such an Old Man / No market for you / You warrant old fans / Who wont spend the loot