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That young boy without a name anywhere I'd know his face.
In this city the kid's my favorite.
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I've seen him. I see him every day.
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 "O, what's the matter here?"
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I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses, 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;
just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her,
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but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day.
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Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind,"
"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, he's your kid, do as you see fit,
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but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh
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and blood.
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I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit,
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but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh
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and blood.
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"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!"
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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
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what I see and what I hear.
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All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he
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belongs to you
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and instead of love, the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and
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sores won't heal with time or age.
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I want to say, want to say "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. Say
