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That young boy without a name
Anywhere, I'd know his face
In this city, the kid's my favorite
I've seen him, 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 I said to myself
Oh, what's the matter here

I'm tired of the excuses everybody 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, hey, hey, oh
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 your own flesh and blood

I have heard 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 your own flesh and blood

If you don't sit in your 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 so 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
Wrong things that you do
I suppose you do
Because he belongs to you

And instead of love
And the feel of warmth
You've given him these cuts and sores
That don't heal with time or age

And I want to say, want to say
What's the matter here
But I don't dare say
What's the matter here
But I don't dare say, hey ay