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Oct 2016
By: Cedric McClester

He calls himself a man
Yet he can’t understand
Why the baby won’t stop crying
In the crib in which he’s lying
He agreed to baby sit
Not to take this **** (But now he’s catching it)

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

He picked the kid up
To rock him at first
But the crying continued
And in fact it got worst
Then he shook him
In an aggravated state
And by the time he stopped
It was a little bit too late

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

She tosses the details
Around in her head
Cause she can’t believe
Her baby is dead
And it doesn’t matter
Who is to blame
Her baby is dead
And she won’t be the same

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

What we do to children
Is often so cruel
Because the exception’s
Becoming the rule
But infants are helpless
So **** the excuse
Because whatever you say
It’s still child abuse

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

She tosses the details
Around in her head
Cause she can’t believe
Her baby is dead
And it doesn’t matter
Who is to blame
Her baby is dead
And she won’t be the same

What we do to children
Is often so cruel
Because the exception’s
Becoming the rule
But infants are helpless
So **** the excuse
Because whatever you say
It’s still child abuse


Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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