Daddy Was a Good Man
Daddy was a good man
staying home for a few months
then leaving and disappearing
going out to make money
taking poor lil sis with him
Daddy was a good man
playing mama's feelings
using her stuff to his advantage
leaving her one deep
to raise four kids
Daddy was a good man
I never remember a birthday
with him there
holidays were rare enough
school recitals was a waste of breathe
Daddy was a good man
he made me who I am today
determined to be a good parent
and the best I could significant other
to be somebody
Daddy was a good man
he showed me all the wrong ways
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