The shackled place
From where they came
Had nothing to offer
Their daughter but shame

You can’t teach a son
What is good and right
When bullets sing
Him to sleep at night

When drugs and money
Dazzle his eyes
And what is correct
Is violence and lies

It isn’t correct
In a father’s heart
To choose who eats
And who must part

It isn’t right
It isn’t respectable
To raise your girl
In such a receptacle

So that’s why they
Are here tonight
Because this place
Is a little more right

How difficult
Can it be
To show a little
Propriety?