With a child out of wedlock whose dad is in jail
You're already doomed and expected to fail
No high school diploma, no budding career
It's life in the poor lane, hope's unwelcome here
You go see the social worker and ask her for aid
She adds you name to a list, and for this she gets paid
You get stacks of forms to read and complete
Careful what you write, or you'll be back next week
Meanwhile you need medicine, pampers, and food
All you're getting is a dose of bad attitude
At last the call comes and you've been approved
You'll soon get a check and a credit card for food
It's the first of the month, no check to be found
Phone calls don't help, the computer is down
So welcome to welfare and long waits for the mail
You're now a statistic and the system has failed