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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 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 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, 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
Oh these cold and lowly 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 don't heal with time or with age

And I want to say What's the Matter here
But I don't dare say