Mama told me
Grow up and become a man
Daddy told me
Grow up and become a man
When I was young
I couldn’t wait to become a man
Now I’m old
Now I’m the man of the house
Man of the house

This one came to me at night with my eyes, a cloud of tears
Mind racing to find the fun times
The easy days when I lived the days smiling in face of the age of worry
I pictured myself a man, a walking glory


Grew up in the hood where some fathers were dead beats
So real men wore diamond chiseled jawed smiles with folded forehead faces
And they danced not often but when they dance, it would be to their beats
So we knew men to be strong on the face but funny of the dance floor
Responsibilities make man
On the anvil they get hammered
On the loom their intricacies gets built

So man crawl
Man stand
Man walk
Man run
Man fly
Man sleep
Man dream
Man wake
Man make
Man break
Man down
Man down
Man down
Man down
Man drown
Man float
Man smile
Man frown
Man cry
Man try
Man fail
Man try
Man fail
and try and try to be a better man
Man love
Man hate
Man wish he could make his world a better place

Man throws hands to defend and protect the vulnerable

Man don’t harass women
Man cares for everybody