Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 11, 2011
Dear Ashley, I understand your mother ain’t enough
Even thought she’s been clean for two years- kicked the
stuff
You’re the smallest second grader in your class
But ya got the 6th grade boys afraid you’ll
whoop their ass
And I’m afraid you’ll do it to. The way you clench your
toys
There’s a thin line between
your play time, pain and joy
The past is in your eyes, the
fire’s in your speech
8 yr. old girl that’s seen more
than the police
It’s hard to take care in this
day care
You deserve better, but it’s
not my place to say where
My paycheck isn’t worth the
forty minute drive,
But for you Ashley, I’d put a
stolen car into flight
Rush to your side to see to it
that you’re alright
All your life, no rest all
fight
Don’t know why my job title’s
teacher
Cos’ you’re schoolin’ me every
single time I step in here
-
CHORUS
School building’s only stretch
as far
As the door
They don’t make’em strong as
you are
Anymore
Young queen brace yourself
For what the world thinks you
should be
I’m leavin’ and I’m proud to
know
You’re gonna make it out there
on your own
-
Haven’t got your wings yet
little black duck
But ya still step to’em when
they tell ya back up
Say ya haven’t seen your
father, just your brother and your mom
We’re birds of a different
feather, but we’re from the same pond
Bound by the same bond of
painkillers and tough lovers
Raised in the house of the
single mother
The other teacher’s wanna send
your anger to the office to resolve it
And It’s not you, it’s the
office that’s the problem
Silly adults, when we’re in the
wrong
We act infallible and they we
say that it’s your fault
The screamin’ and weepin’,
Ashley it pains me
Now, tell me who says you don’t
have the right to be angry?
Who sits ya down when all ya
wanna do is run?
And who tells ya to keep quiet
when it was just getting’ fun?
Me. And I won’t do it any
longer
This program’s tryin’ to hold
back the light you have to offer
CHORUS
Ashley, love ain’t enough
I know I told you when our
words don’t work, we finger paint our thoughts
But this time’s a little
different. I want you to run.
Further than the county line
and then some
Steal the moment back for once,
and lose yourself
Forget the things they wanted
you to change but couldn’t help
These people want me out, the
music gigs don’t conform with
A suburban afterschool daycare
for profit
I’m gonna miss ya, write and
read on
Hold down your corner of the
playground like a big boss
You’ll pave your own way, you’re
stubborn as me
But never be afraid to have a
plan b
Ask for directions, take a deep
breath
Don’t let these party poopers
rain on your recess
Ashley, you’re worth every wall
we had to fight thru
And I’ll be lucky if I ever
have a daughter like you
CHORUS
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