Chords for Dawud Wharnsby - What's the matter here

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[D] That young boy without a name Anywhere I'd know his face
In this city The kid's my favorite
[G] I've seen and seen [A] him I see him every day _ _ _ _ _
I've seen him run outside Looking for a place to hide
From his father The kid half naked
[G] And said to [A] myself _ What's the matter here? _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] I'm tired [A] of the excuses [Bm] _ Everybody uses
[D] He's their kid [A] I stay out of it _
[G] But who [A] gave you [F#m] the right To [G] do [A] this? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ We live on Morgan Street Just ten feet [D] between
And his mother [E] I never see her
[G] But her screams and [A] cussing I hear them every day _
_ _ _ _ _ But it's like if you [D] don't mind I won't beat on your behind
Slap you _ Slap you silly
[G] Make me sing _ [A] _ Oh, what's the matter here? _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] I'm tired [A] of the excuses [Bm] _ Everybody uses
[G] He's your kid [A] Just do as [D] you see fit
[A] _ _ [D] But get [A] this through [Bm] that I don't approve [D] of what you did
[A] To your own [D] flesh and [A] blood _ _ _ _ _
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[G] I'm tired [A] of the excuses
[Bm] _ Everybody uses [G] He's your kid
[A] Just do as [D] you see fit _ [G] But get [A] this through [Bm] that
I know what you do [G] And what you did
[A] To your own [D] flesh and blood _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, if you don't sit
In your chair straight I'll take this belt
From around [G] my waist [D] And [G] don't you think
That I won't use it?
Answer [A] me and take your [Bm] time
What could be the awful [G] crime He could [A] do at so [D] young an age?
_ [G] If I'm the only [A] witness To your [Bm] madness
Offer me some words to balance out [A] What I see and [D] what I hear
All [G] these [A] cold and [Bm] rude Things that you do
[G] I suppose you [A] do Because he [D] belongs to you
Blend [G] in the spit of [A] love And a feel of [Bm] warmth
You've given him these cuts and [G] sores That won't [A] heal
With time [D] or with days _ _ _ _ And I want
To say I [G] want to say
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What's the [D] matter here? _ _ _ _ _
[G] And I want to say
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What's the [D] matter here? _ _ _ _ _
[G] But I don't dare _ [A] _ _ _
_ say
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