THIS STRANGER I SEE WHO WAS HE,
LOOKING LIKE SOME GHETTO O.G.
THIS MAN WITH TATTOOS ON HIS HANDS WHO WAS HE,
IT'S NOT CLEAR TO ME
COULD THIS BE TRUE, MOM'S DATING
SOME FOOL WHO COMES FROM
THE "OLD SCHOOL"
A STRANGER TO ME, THOUGH HE COULD
SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME
WHO WAS HE AND WHY ME?
I ROLLED MY EYES AND SIGHED
MOM, WHY THIS GUY?
WITHOUT KNOWING HE WOULD BE THE
ONE TO INSPIRE ME
TWELVE YEARS OLD AND OUT OF CONTROL
THIS MAN WALKED IN AND PLAYED THE FATHER ROLE
HE CAME INTO MY WORLD AND I BECAME HIS BABY GIRL THROUGH GOOD TIMES AND BAD
HE WAS ALWAYS MY DAD
NOW IT'S TOO BAD-
IT'S SAD TO SEE HIM LYING THERE DYING AND ALL I CAN DO
IS SIT AND STARE, IT'S NOT FAIR
I CARE FOR HIM AND IT'S HARD TO BARE
NOW I'M SCARED FOR HIM
YESTERDAY IS TODAY'S MEMORY.
THIS STRANGER TO ME NOW LIVES IN MY MEMORIES......

--Babydoll

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