W.I.C. (Women In Crisis)

A thug changes, and love changes And best friends become strangers I figure one day I'ma live like the baby in the manger And folks gonna call me a savior But right now, I walk with a banger, I hold mad anger My life is in danger, I might need an angel It feels like happiness is out of my range If it is...I at least want a Range Rover Shit gotta change, said the wife of a man with a hand that was heavy He would swing and he would land She would try to run, try to cry, sometimes try to stand But she fell and she can't understand Why she would stay, because her home had become like a cage But inside her heart she knew things had to change Just like the Pampers of the kid that she raised In a broken house hold, everyday they see rain Even when it's sunny Maybe it's the money that's keeping her soul dying, that's keeping her face ugly Make her eyes swollen and making her arm bruise Her friends? Mind they business, her sister and moms too Her son learn how to run and turn up the car tunes She's trapped inside the crib, it's sorta like Saw 2 Shit...and the neighbors saw too If a change was gonna come, she prays that it comes soon Damn