Every day my papa worked to help to make ends meet.
To see what we will eat, keep those shoes up on my feet.
Every night my papa'd take and tuck me in my bed.
Kiss me on my head after all my prayers were said.
Growing up with him was easy.
Time just flew on by.
The years began to fly.
He caged them, so did I.
I could tell that mama wasn't well.
Papa knew, and deep down so did she, so did she.
When she died, papa broke down and cried.
All he said was, God, why not take me?
Every night he sat and sleeped in his walking chair.
He never went upstairs.
Far because she wasn't there.
Then one day my papa said somehow about the way you grow.
Make it on your own.
For I'll be okay all along.
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Then one day my papa said
Tell me now about the way you grow
Make it on your own
For I'll be okay all along
Every time I kiss my children
Papa pulls me through
Your children live through you
They'll grow if you do
I remember every word
That papa used to say
I live them every day
He taught me well and played
Every time I kiss my children
Every night my papa would take
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After my prayers were said
Every night my papa would take
Tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
When my prayers were said
Kiss me on my head
Kiss me on my head