I will stand my ground where hope can be found You'll take all that is wrong and make it right (Right, so right) Your love is lifting me above all the lies Oh, O'Lord O'Lord I know You hear my cry No matter what I face this I know in time Make it right

Little man, you've had a busy day It's time to go to sleep now Listen to the jukebox softly play I know why you're crying I know why you're blue Someone took your kiddy car away Time to go to sleep now Someone took your marbles Tell you what we'll do

Once again I'm alone Facing problems on my own All alone, I don't know what I've done The pressure just keep on tumbling down Lord I brawl, Lord I brawl I know for us the sun shines bright No matter the crisis well be allright Keeping our goals in sight

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting

Be wary of a woman A woman so fine Don't wanna change you Loves you just right Makes you feel like a man inside Sometimes she'll make you cry Till you don't know what your doing Your out of control Forget about leaving your heart wont go If don't like

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying Which path mi grow Ghetto, bare mad people mi know Ghetto, wickeder than action show Hungry days wi know Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro Long rifle a shrub out Regular

But like me He don't know where he'll go wrong; He won't cry so many tears There's no room for us out there; You can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams You'll get your share. Sometime a man breaks down, And the good thing he is

Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don't want to fight I'm tired of being sorry I'm standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon I don't know why