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That young boy without a name I'd know his face. |
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In this city the kid's my favorite. |
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I've seen him. |
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I see him every day. |
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Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, |
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the kid half naked and said to myself |
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"O, what's the matter here?" |
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I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses, |
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he's their kid I stay out of it, |
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but who gave you the right to do this? |
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We live on Morgan Street; |
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just ten feet between and his mother, |
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I never see her, but her screams and cussing, |
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I hear them every day. |
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Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind," |
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"Slap you, slap you silly." |
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Made me say, "O, what's the matter here?" |
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I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, |
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he's your kid, do as you see fit, |
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but get this through that I don't approve of |
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what you did to you own flesh and blood. |
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Oh I have heard the excuses everybody uses |
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He's your kid |
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do as you see fit |
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But get this through |
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That I don't approve of |
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what you did to your own flesh and blood |
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"If you don't sit on this chair straight |
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I'll take this belt from around my waist |
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and don't think that I won't use it!" |
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Answer me and take your time, |
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what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? |
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If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear. |
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Oh these cold and lowly things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you |
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and instead of love and the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores don't heal with time or with age. |
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And I want to say |
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"What's the Matter here?" |
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But I don't dare say. |
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"What's the Matter here?" |
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But I don't dare say. |
