Mama said she didn’t want me and brother growing up like daddy
She said daddy was a dead beat father and a no good boyfriend
Mama said the only thing daddy was good at was ditching responsibility and hanging on the street corner
She said the only thing he ever cared about was the dope man and his bottle…
Oh, and occasionally the other women he slept around with
At first mama would tell me and brother that daddy was dead;
She said the devil killed daddy a long time ago
But if you ask me,
Daddy…
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Posted on December 14, 2008 at 11:06pm —
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