Mama says you have a pretty face that will someday give you fame,

but daddy says NO! this ones a fighter.

but as you walk through those double doors you soon realize you were raised as a lover...

and when you reach home, the only words you were able to muster,

through the soft hand-held cries and vacant laughter,

you scream "MOMMY, DADDY... why are you liars?"

"every day i go into that place you send me to and i get called fowl, unlawful names!"

im always being S**T shamed, W***E blamed and D*** claimed.

yeah mama my being is being tainted, because through those eight dreadful hours 

this baby born to be a fighter, with fists of steal and her soul her her armour .

you raised her with her fists undone, her armour taken off and tought her speack soft spoken.

because of that my loved ones 

i cant take it!

All i hear to take care of this pain is hush little sweety you'll be alright... just take another pill and fine!

but what hurts more is that home is not a safe haven

the waking up at night, picturing how i would die!

and i cant stop tears from flowing, i cry!

Why mommy, why daddy, why is this me?

Why do i struggle to stay free from the pain enduced ways, the struggle games, my mind is a monster that soon will never cowar...

but my soul is a bigger one that awkens,

when the f***boys at the party say come on over baby,

lets have some fun.