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

Two worlds, one family Trust your heart Let fate decide A simple life, they live in peace To guide these lives we see Put your faith in what you most believe in To guide these lies we see A paradise untouched by man Within this worlds blessed with love

Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,

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

Forgotten things remembered The tigers eat their young The body stayed but inside the head The mind was on the run Conspiracy of silence The only way out of pain Is turn around and run through it man Too wet to come in from the rain, Tell them... I know

I was born to run Born to run There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I was young I was a hell of a man My father died when I was ten I hit the road to find a job Had to feed my family

Finally you have found All I want is for you to be happy and Finally you have found something perfect and Take this woman and make you my family and Finally you have found someone perfect and Hustle, bustle and so much muscle, aww Cells about to separate

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

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 am what I am A family man Mother, father, brother Walk down this road When the road gets rough I fall down In the cool of the night Don't know what's wrong But I do know what's right