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Turn the City Lights On (Father and Son)

By Garcia Jackson and Jr. | Posted 3/21/2001


I got a grudge with BGE

because they turned off my electricity

for good.

My runaway ghetto bride threw in the towel for me

saying that it's over;

my little baby bandit sleeping with a gun by his pillow

because he thinks he hears ghosts like Casper in the dark

thinking his father abandoned him

leaving him with no light.


If I could talk, I would make a call to BGE

tell them some way I will get the money

but I ain't even old enough to get a job.

Now, no more daytime cartoons for me

to laugh and joke and see how life's supposed to be.

And when my father leave out to wherever he go,

I'm the one that's left to hear my mother's weeping tears;

water that drips from her eye turns to fear

and I'm left alone

with this question: Why?

Just because I'm a baby,

you think I can't hear?

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