he gave his baby boy a bath.
tub full of bubbles and toys for him to splash.
look-it daddy, soap suds mustache.
funny faces and voices,
it makes the baby belly laugh.
dry him off, now you're squeaky clean.
watch the water spiral down that drain.
wrap him in a towel so he doesn't get the shivers.
brush his hair, it seems to help it dry quicker.
laid him on mommy and daddy's bed
ow that he's dry,
i put a diaper on him and gave him his pacifier.
superman pajamas, SO tough.
innocent face, full of unconditional love.
daddy picked him up, and rocked him slow.
ever takes long for little guy's eyes to close.
dad's technique is different than your mothers.
ever learned any lullabyes, he sang "stevie wonders".
there it is, steady breathe-and-sleep rhythm.
daddy's sits and holds him,
just to listen for a minute.
daddy's hands are the meaning of security.
and baby's hands are the evidence of purity.
thinking back to the day baby came.
and how it changed the whole game,
things ain't the same.
daddy had to stop running it crazy.
keep his ass in the home with his son
and his lady.
he's was there for the birth and the first breath.
ot gonna miss the first words or the first steps.
gonna keep the boy healthy and safe.
and do his best to try to keep those tears off his face.
gave him a kiss and laid him in his crib.
turned out the lights, goodnight my little prince.
that's how good daddy takes care of him
and then that good daddy goes down stairs
to package heroin.