Death row took me so far out,
Far, far away--
And I never got to see you blossom.
Jennifer claims you're mine, my daughter,
My baby girl, my beautiful little princess,
And I would never deny it. You are.
Tommy and Fats and Charlie and the
Rest of my old gang says the same thing--
"Boy, she looks just like you!" Proud and regal
With your shiny curly hair and plum-colored
Lips--the DNA wouldn't even matter--because
I'll leave the world to you.