Papa Was A Rolling Stone: Words By KUniqueA

Papa Was A Rolling Stone
Words By: Keturah Unique Austin

Papa was a rolling stone
He never really had a home
He chose to live alone
With a heart made of gold
His pride was never bought or sold
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

He handled business in the streets
That took up all his time
When I was three
So Papa never had time for me
He lived in the fast lane
No pains, no gains
So there my
Picture remained
Next to his bed frame
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

I was only 5 when someone told me I had his eyes
But little did I know
I had my Papa’s flow
And his swag
My Mama told me I get it from my Dad
But too many women he had
A night he never spent alone
Too many women for him to make one home
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

He roamed the streets
Every now and then catching glimpses of me
Cause he chopped the blocks
Non-stop around the clock
I thought he forgot
But he never stopped
Trying to see, the lady I had come to be
He did it all
Never had a chance to call and apologize
Or explain why he left
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

He just played the cards he was dealt
He played with the best he had
No time for him to be a Dad
No time for a house and home
No family picnics
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

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