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Letra '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.