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(25% of the couples in this countryAre estimated to be in violent relationships)(Listen to the hit) --> Ice Cube(That is a fact) (Listen to the hit) --> Ice Cube[ VERSE 1: The Poetess ]Growin up as a kid I never understood the things my dad didLike hittin my mother, me and my brother hidIn the parlor from the chaos, the cryin and the cussinThe fightin and the fussinI used to go to bed holdin my ears tightFilled with fear when I hear moms and pops fightI never quite understood what the reasons wereHow could he love my mother if he kept on hittin her?I don't know, but what I do know is thisLove hurts when it's comin from the throw of a fistAnd the list goes on from the mental to the physicalUse of verbal abuse, beatdowns, it ain't coolIt's bad enough we got it rough in societyOppression and poverty, no need to be fightin Each other, a brother hits a sister, and he's a bigger niggaHe ain't nothin if he gotta hit, pick aInnocent victim three times smaller in sizeHead honcho, macho in whose eyes?Only a fool tries abuse to utilize SongtextePhysical force to control, hurt, brutalizeTime for change, to rearrange the chain of thoughtUnball your fist and think of the pain was broughtTo the hearts of your brother or your sisLove hurts when it's comin from the fist[ Def Jef ]Now I want you to think of six women that's close to youAnd I want you to think if somebody was beatin on emWhat would you do?[ VERSE 2: Def Jef ]I wish my step pop would stop hittin on momsShe got bruises on her arm from protectin her face from harmBein done he looks at me and says, "What you're seein, sonIs me disciplinin my womanYou're gonna hate me for the rest of your lifeBut this is my wife"And I'm thinkin I want to stab him with a steak knifeToo little to interfere, I wish he would disappearBut he won't, so I put the pillow over my ear in fearDreamin when I get to be a man I'ma stand up to himIf I see him hit her again I'ma do himI encourage her to go, she says, "NoI love him, I stay""Mom, what you see in that idiot anyway?He beats you and mistreats youDaddy wouldn't do that" But she said: "Your daddy did it too"Ain't that much love in the world to be gettin bruised forUsed, abused or even singin the blues forHe's addicted to inflictin abuse, he said he'll quitIf he's the one with the habit, then why you always takin the hit?A weak later the same shit - I doubt itI'm grown now, mommy, don't even worry about it(In 20% of child abuse cases a spouse will be involved in)[ VERSE 3: The Poetess ]I was twelve years old when daddy started to get roughPuff in one hand, the other holdin a glass of that 80 proof stuffHe never got enough, I thought he was tough, but it was all a bluffI tried to understand and got verbally beat downBut I thought one day he would come aroundBut man, oh man, was I mistakenNothing's right in his life and the abuse I was takinI was accused of things I never thought ofGood grace got no praiseBut I got a lotta negative words thrown in my heart like a dartWith the point of steelKillin me softly at his willThe big one came when I got the blame forNot bein the joy of a boy that he aimed forOne day I came home, he was sittin in the chair by the front do'Just waitin to let go(Where you been all night, out hoein?)He didn't raise, rolled up in his gut, I got a blowAnd that was it, the last hit, he'll ever doThe pearl handle was popped and cocked and it blewThe only thing on my mind was payback, let's say thatI've put an end to that madness and pray thatI can overcome what mentally dad did wellWhile I count the days in my padded cell(Several women a day are killed by ah, battering)(Listen to the hit) --> Ice Cube[ VERSE 4: cool G. Rap ]Does he love her or does he hate her?That's what I'm thinkin as I look at mommy hooked up to a respiratorIt started with a smackAnd that smack became a punch and then a kick and then a broken backBut mommy never dropped dimeNow she's damn near blind, yo, what the hell is on my pop's mind?I feel like gettin daddy done inAnd put like one in his gun and pull the trigger and start runninMan, I see the walls turnin redI'm gettin kinda fed so instead of the lead, how bout a burnin bed?In order for my mother to lastSo while he's laid up, straight up, I be puttin some gas on his assBlow him up like a grenadeAnd this is for all the times my mother used to wear shadesTryin to cover the damage he did herSo when that fire's on your ass you remember how you hit her[ The Poetess ]This is a special dedication for my sister DeeAnd all the sisters out there that have been physically and mentally abusedI like to send a special thanks to Def JefAnd my sister AlmightyAnd definitely Mister cool G. RapPeace from the Poetess Aus Songtexte Mania