Come On Let's Go
My tattoo was about hating Dad.
Filled my fatherless void with drugs.
Dad put me on his knee, then I never saw him again.
Dad led the way.
Two little girls changed my life.
Falsely imprisoned for murder, but I stuck to the truth.
Running the L.A. Dodgers means nothing if my son is dead.
Jesus told me to quit the drugs and raise a godly infant.
My Dad was the Evel Knievel of the neighborhood.
Dad confiscated my marijuana.
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