A baby in a crib
With only one dirty bib
Living with his mother
And with his grandmother
They’re moving around sluggish
The room feeling muggish
Hungry baby in a crib
Only getting a bite or a nibble
A baby crying
The mother hitting
Alone in the apartment
Food not in the compartment
Mother taking drugs
Shes feeling smug
Gone again and left alone
Another of the baby’s groan
Taken by the government to be protected
A Baby finally being respected
Taken in by a family that is the best
I am no guest
Finally happy at last
All of that is in the past