console Everyday my papa would workTo try to make ends meetTo see that we would eatKeep those shoes upon my feetEvery night my papa would take meAnd tuck me in my bedKiss me on my headAfter all my prayers were saidAnd there were yearsOf sadness and of tearsThrough it allTogether we were strongWe were strongTimes were roughBut Papa he was toughMama stood beside him all alongGrowing up with them was ea....