My niece , she’s in love,

gonna have a baby.

Seventeen, gonna finish

school, maybe.

I wish I had a looking glass

to give her a look at my past.

Welfare lines,

bills behind.

Oh Lord, help me!

Pampers and milk to buy,

boy gone, he said good-bye.

Now she’s on her own

should have waited to be grown.

I wish I had a looking glass.

Glance again girl, at my past!

Your education, still on hold.

you done sold your soul

to have a baby,

for a maybe

of a man!