Very few thoughts 'ill bring a tear to my eye,
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But the thoughta dyin' without tellin' my baby good-bye,
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Explainin' why, Daddy had to go,
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Believin' that's the only way she'd ever really know,
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I wish I could stay with you,
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See you graduate school,
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Grow old 'n' gray wit' you,
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See your babies 'n' their babies too,
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Baby you the only proof I ever existed,
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'N' there was nothin' more addictive,
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Than your hugs 'n' your kisses,
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You know how much I'm gonna miss this,
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I wish this bliss could be endless,
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But that's just senseless,
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It seems as though this is the business,
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Daddy was a leader 'n' people followed,
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I stay so caught up in the game, I seldom see tomorrow,
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A desperado, who changed diapers 'n' warmed bottles,
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Perhaps I could of been a more positive role model,
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But DooWop I'll always love you,
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Don't let nobody tell you,
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Your pops wasn't no good dude, Naw Boo
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[Chorus:]
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If the sun comes up,
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'N' I'm not home,
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Be strong,
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There's a life inside you,
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Do your best to, carry on,
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Tell the kids about me,
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When there old enough to, understand,
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Tell them that there daddy was, a good man,
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A good man...
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I don't know where your head was when you,
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Just said a¢æ©«Forget us,a¢æ? then you,
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Took my baby, home to your mamas house,
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Can't even cry no mo', 'sect the fact it's over now,
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I'll I can do is thank God you a good mama,
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Apologize 'cuz I put you through so much drama,
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But I already give you half my doe,
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You should have to write half my flows,
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'N' do half my shows,
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I keep the lights on,
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I bring the bacon home,
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Count the contractions,
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Cut the cord,
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Bring the baby home,
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Three and a half karats,
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'N' if you except my proposal,
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I'll be that person you been searchin'
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And the whole pursuit is over,
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I got a show outta town,
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Get my doe outta pounds,
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Rock my baby till she fall asleep,
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Take her and lay her down,
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Tell her mama I'm goin',
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'N' go and sing songs,
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The sun come up 'n' I'm not home,
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Somethin' musta went wrong,
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So be strong,
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[Chorus]
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This is for the good men,
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That went to die in Iraq,
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My drug lord veterans,
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That died over crack,
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Convenience store clerks that get killed for nothin' more,
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Than the measly contents of a register drawer,
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I work to feed my seed,
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Protect my offspring,
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I stand here between nothin' an' everything,
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On the verge of failure and success,
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But I have done you an injustice,
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If I don't do my best,
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Daddies don't get to rest,
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Daddies just gotta work,
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If my back begins to ache,
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I guess it's just gonna have to hurt,
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Cuz daddies gonna make it through the work day,
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Just so I can be a hero on your birthday,
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I believe the worst days almost over,
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In case I never told you baby, you my little solider,
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Damn girl so cute, so strong, so smart, so free,
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So hard headed, yo lil' ass's just like me, Uhn
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[Chorus x3]
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Good Man
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