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

When you balling up inside it creates
Tornadoes in your tummy energy spark emotion
Emoted by lots of pressure

See you nauseous, over this nonsense

But it's 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

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Writer(s): Desmond Davis, Donald Lawrence, Marshon Lewis, Robert Lee Woolridge, William Stokes