I remember my sister Mary
Would get beat by husband who was the deacon in the church
And the whole church knew
But no one would say anything
But I remember so clearly she was in the kitchen washing dishes and
She would encourage herself,
Quietly because she didn't want to start anything she'll say
Lord
Deliver me
'Cause all he seem to do is, hurt me
If you know someone who is dealing with this,
Pull out your phone and text them and say I love you
Hurt me
Even if you got this song on repeat
When he would leave the house she will say
Lord
Deliver me
«Cause all he seem to do is, hurt me
Hurt me
You hate me,
But you really love me,
When you balling up inside it creates
Tornadoes in your tummy
Energy spark emotion
Emoted by lots of pressure
Hatred is a small gesture, yes sir
See you nauseous, over this nonsense
But its hard to tell your concious
That paralyzed by the pain
I'm only half of what you own
Lord
Deliver me
«Cause all he seem to do is
Hurt me
Oh Lord, hurt me
Oh Lord
Deliver me, oh
He keeps on hurting me
My heart is heavy
And I don't want to feel it no more, so heavy
See growing up in the hood
That was the cool factor
We need to change the cool factor
Never hit a woman
I'm sorry