I am a daddy’s girl, he was judged left and right but to me, he was perfect
He brought out my creativity and my smile
My flavor and my style
He gave me that.
Rapping in the car, painting murals, learning new math
He gave me that.
The memories to hold and cherish until I meet him again
He gave me that.
I miss him dearly from the smile on his face to the Jordan’s on his feet.
A true reflection of him is who I have come to be
I am a daddy’s girl.