- Feb 28, 2009
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No, don't tell me how he
Hit you
Kicked you
Pushed you
Dragged you
Spat on you..
I don't want to hear it.
Don't sit here and dump it all out on me.
But, ask yourself
If this is how you want your life to be?
Don't show me the hidden bruises
Telling me how you're hurting and sore
'Bout how you've lied about walking into
An open kitchen cabinet door...
And hiding blackened eyes
Under the thick make-up you wore
Cuz you and I both know
You're going RIGHT back for some more
And, no I'm not going to tell you to leave him.
You've heard all that a thousand times before
So, all I can advise
Is that you, at least, get a Life Insurance policy
And to keep it current.
You need to pay that before you pay your LIGHT BILL.
Cuz then, your family'll have enough to bury you
And your children'll have something left over in lieu of a will.
And, in the mean-time, I'll just pray
That you haven't irrevocably
Damaged their young minds
Into believin' what they're seein'
Is the ONLY kind of "love that binds."
I'll pray that your son doesn't grow up to emulate
Anger and violence and "a woman aint sh+t" hate...
I'll pray that he doesn't later repeat this horror on his own chosen mate
And, I'll pray that your daughter doesn't grow up to think
That being disrespected and beat is her own set fate.
Yes, I'll pray that, for them, it isn't too late.
But, to you, all I can say is to, at least, secure something
And maybe your death'll reap more than your living could bring
For those who'll remain
When you greet the "hereafta'
Cuz it look like you gone stay with 'im
'Til he kills ya'.
Hit you
Kicked you
Pushed you
Dragged you
Spat on you..
I don't want to hear it.
Don't sit here and dump it all out on me.
But, ask yourself
If this is how you want your life to be?
Don't show me the hidden bruises
Telling me how you're hurting and sore
'Bout how you've lied about walking into
An open kitchen cabinet door...
And hiding blackened eyes
Under the thick make-up you wore
Cuz you and I both know
You're going RIGHT back for some more
And, no I'm not going to tell you to leave him.
You've heard all that a thousand times before
So, all I can advise
Is that you, at least, get a Life Insurance policy
And to keep it current.
You need to pay that before you pay your LIGHT BILL.
Cuz then, your family'll have enough to bury you
And your children'll have something left over in lieu of a will.
And, in the mean-time, I'll just pray
That you haven't irrevocably
Damaged their young minds
Into believin' what they're seein'
Is the ONLY kind of "love that binds."
I'll pray that your son doesn't grow up to emulate
Anger and violence and "a woman aint sh+t" hate...
I'll pray that he doesn't later repeat this horror on his own chosen mate
And, I'll pray that your daughter doesn't grow up to think
That being disrespected and beat is her own set fate.
Yes, I'll pray that, for them, it isn't too late.
But, to you, all I can say is to, at least, secure something
And maybe your death'll reap more than your living could bring
For those who'll remain
When you greet the "hereafta'
Cuz it look like you gone stay with 'im
'Til he kills ya'.