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REPORT TO THE MOTHER
Well, things / be / pretty bad now, Mother-
Got very little to eat.
The kids got no shoes for their tiny feet.
Been fighting with my woman, and one / other
Woe:-Ain't got a cent to pay the rent.
Been oiling / up / my pistol too-
Tho I / be / down with the flu,
So what / are / You going to do.?
O Mother don't sing me
To the Father to fix / it-
He will blow-it. He fails
and kills
His sons-and / you / know it.
Written by Etheridge Knight (1931-1991)
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