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“Papa”

On Touro I remember it till this day

Around the time we was pregnant with Ajani

I was talking to my father, he said, you know what to do.

I took a deep breath, look around the block

The wind started to pick up

The seeds of fatherhood started to sprout up

A man become a father like a prince becomes king

Honest breadwinner, most of you ain’t sincere

Focusing on my goals like I’m tryin’ shoot a deer

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