Artist: Arlo Maverick 
Album:  Maybe Tomorrow
Song:   A Raisin in the Son
Typed by: Music For Mavericks

[Verse 1: Arlo Maverick]	
Is it wrong that I envy
Statuses of pregnancies
The density of jealousy
Hardened cause I'll never be
Could this be remedied 
Or maybe it's my destiny
Possibly some penalty
For putting her love secondly
Maybe it's my father's sins
Haunting his next of kin
Should I bother with
What if I fathered kids
What have I committed
But thought it was omitted
Will haunt my son or daughter
Or God forbid their children
Never say never
But however
Will I ever have successors
Or merely be a picture on my mother's dresser
Tired of fielding questions
Marriage and carriage
Am I ready to be a husband
Ready to be a parent
Everybody's answer
You're not getting younger
So I just pander
And give any number
They questioning my manhood
With statements like
Seedless and nearly 30
No prospective wife

[Verse 2: Arlo Maverick]	
Some say I'll never marry cause my girl ain't got that it factor 
But when your mistress is success I mean does it matter 
Hopeless romantic who disguises it with antics 
Wear my heart upon my sleeve 	
But still cover it with jackets 
Food for thought
Why should we ever marry? 
When every wise woman brainwashed by Tyler Perry 
Do bad all by myself
Don't need your voluntary 
Good deeds
Which are often temporary
I don't fear failure
I fear I'll fail her
Fear she won't wait here
And leave for what's safer
Leave for stability
Some dude with an 8 to 4
Benefits and a salary that's making sure
Bills get paid
Cause I remember days
Momma had to slave
So rent wasn't late
I'd die before you face
What she went through
Cause my life without you's an instrumental

[Verse 3: Arlo Maverick]	
See I loved my Pops
But could never justify
His absence in my life
If he just had tried
Financial instability
Feeling he's not ready yet
Not sure mom's the one
Hadn't finished college yet
That's all he offered 
When I questioned his absence
That's all she offered 
When I questioned her ration
Where was my say
Did it matter at all
Such a major decision
Only you made the call
Maybe guilt got the best
Either way that some gall
See that burden of proof
Was a child I would call
My son or my daughter
Be it mine or it his
See it's hard to empathize 
With the horrors that live
In your mind
Taking the life of your first born
I wanna be there for her
That's where I'm torn
Could I learn to forgive
And let it all go
If the tables were turn
Could she swallow
Her pride 
If I ever had a side chick
That carried a child
Baring my likeness
I imagine she'd call my ass trifling
But because I was gone
I'm supposed to wife it