What's The Matter Here? Lyrics

       		   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.