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