I might not be a man yet, I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered upstairs Head to your toe, so nobody will know

I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial When I and

Maria was born in the country She loved her homeland Maria was from a poor family For their girl they had greater plans Across the sea not yet twenty Sailed our Maria, a man to see Perhaps marry dreams our Maria This was to be eventually for our Maria

I wrote my way out When the world turned its back on me I was up against the wall I had no foundation No friends and no family to catch my fall I picked up a pen And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out) I picked up the pen like Hamilton Running on

All we need is little action If it's only but a fraction (What I say) People to see, even me Man with a little got more of a plea He's cryin', I don't know Time at last, laws to pass Can't be a few got to be a mass A-tryin' got to go

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

Just like a baby Just like a baby Sometimes I cry I can feel it when You lie to me I'll try if I can Inside a little big man Everything is new Come to find out

Teardrops in my eyes Standin' at the station That's why I'm standin' at the station Wonderin' why You love him more than you love me You wanna marry him Make a family Well I'm standin' at the station Sad as a man can be

Sunday morning, I forgot my prayer I should have been happy, I still be there Something could have come and taken me away But the mainman felt Sly should be here another day That's why I got to be thankful yeah, yeah I gotta be thoughtful Ah ha thankful,

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo