Big Poppa

Mr. Bratcher

Big John

John

Big Poppa

When I see you

I break out in a tune

Because I don’t know whens gonna be the last time I see you

When I see you grunt and struggle to get up

I wonder if you will have the strength to hug me tightly like a pup

When that loud, dry, aching cough comes up

I worry if you’ll have the confidence to fight diabetes, strokes, and heart attacks

When you and DeDe fight

It makes me laugh, because of the love it shows

When you laugh

It makes me smile because I know your heart is strong

But when you get in that big, red Ford truck

I worry all that energy is going to that job of yours

That you were suppose to retire from 10 years ago

When you take those pills that read, John Bratcher

I worry that those are the things killing you legs, kidneys, and heart

When I see you fall asleep

I worry about you until I hear that loud snore

When you cupple your hands over your head in stress, it lets me know how you feel

Cause its real

The pain the heartache is real

But when I stop and notice you are living your life to the fullest

I worry will his back break from him mastering the cupid shuffle

When I find myself worrying about you, it reminds me and you that I love you

But I stop and smile, when I see you cry when these words are spoken, you live in my heart big poppa