WHAT S THE MATTER HERE?
That young boy without a name I d know his face.
In this city the kid s my favorite.
I ve seen him.
I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father
the kid half naked and said to myself "O
what s the matter here?" I m tired of the excuses everbody uses
he s their kid I stay out of it
but who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his mother
I never see her
but her screams and cussing
I hear them every day.
Threats like: "If you don t mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you
slap you silly." made me say
"O
what s the matter here?" I m tired of the excuses everybody uses
he s your kid
do as you see fit
but get this through that I don t approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood.
"If you don t sit on this chair straight I ll take this belt from around my waist and don t think that I won t use it!" Answer me and take your time
what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I m the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear.
All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you and instead of love
the feel of warmth you ve given him these cuts and sores won t heal with time or age.
I want to say "What s the Matter here?" But I don t dare say.
That young boy without a name I d know his face.
In this city the kid s my favorite.
I ve seen him.
I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father
the kid half naked and said to myself "O
what s the matter here?" I m tired of the excuses everbody uses
he s their kid I stay out of it
but who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his mother
I never see her
but her screams and cussing
I hear them every day.
Threats like: "If you don t mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you
slap you silly." made me say
"O
what s the matter here?" I m tired of the excuses everybody uses
he s your kid
do as you see fit
but get this through that I don t approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood.
"If you don t sit on this chair straight I ll take this belt from around my waist and don t think that I won t use it!" Answer me and take your time
what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I m the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear.
All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you and instead of love
the feel of warmth you ve given him these cuts and sores won t heal with time or age.
I want to say "What s the Matter here?" But I don t dare say.
