Texty:
Live Raising A Man

a frown sing for, sing for our voices and more, sing for our choices, just don't lie, lie, lie, lie, lie... love must stand when raising a man... raising a man

a frown sing for, sing for our voices and more, sing for our choices, just don't lie, lie, lie, lie, lie... love must stand when raising a man... raising a man

road with trucks and four wheels Jump on in and, man, tell your friends We'll raise some hell where the black top ends I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid

drama A sip of Dom Tyler-Perry-on You gon marry my mom look I don't read palms and I don't read psalms And I did take little man to church And took little man

today And now you bitches that be hatin can catch a bouquet, ouww yeah, you a star in my eyes, you and all them white girls party of five are we drinking a

' married today And now you bitches that be hatin' can catch a bouquet, ooh Yeah, you a star in my eyes You and all them white girls, "Party of Five" Are we drinkin' a

me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A

the studio Yellin' in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute So what you got a gun, punk, you're

And even when I die Don?t shed a tear when I?m laid I feel like a runaway slave I said I feel like a runaway slave Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave