Once I adopted
A little girl child,
She grew up and got ruint,
Nearly drove me wild.
Then I adopted
A little boy.
He used a switch-blade
for a toy.
What makes these charity
Children so bad?
Ain’t had no luck
With none I had.
Poor little things,
Born behind the 8-rock,
With parents that don’t even
Stop to take stock.
The county won’t pay me
But a few bucks a week.
Can’t raise no child on that,
So to speak.
And the lady from the
Juvenile Court
Always coming around
Wanting a report.
Last time I told her,
REPORT, my I!
Things is bad –
You figure out why!
What’s up all you charity chillun’ ?
When the lady
from the Juvenile Court
Comes round asking for a report.
Tell her times are hard, things is bad!
Got miseries like I never had,
But I sure if I just hold on tight
Things are gonna work out just right!
Have a great weekend and Happy Mothers Day!
Peace,
Tenthltr2u
