What Sid Did

What Sid Did

Joanne is gone to poverty, cancer & disease

No doctor treats a woman on free honesty

Delivered me she did two precious little kids

Now they're living with her man, a man named Sid

Sid saw her go to heaven; then he raised our kids

Can't help but respect what Sid did.

Can't say a spoiled word bout' a man's heart so true;

Just doing what a parent perhaps anyone would do

Just one more year for his long law degree

He said, "That’s when the kids are coming with me"

Out the shack behind the ghetto, on up to Beverly Hills

Toting lessons of our lives..., it was written in her will

Joanne brailed, “Sid; take my kids, “just leave"

Respect their poor father he was very good to me

They left out the ghetto at twelve one day

With my heartfelt blessings leading all the way

My heart forever cries for my two little kids

But, I shall always take kind to what Sid Did.

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