My daddy sang the blues,
Painted mom purple, yellow, green.
When he sang to you,
Teardrops were never to be seen.
Well, he clawed at the night
Til the blue man made him say goodbye
But it wasn’t over, our fight
It made the child inside me die.

When I was young I was told
Never let him get ahold
Of my smile, of my mind
Cuz then he makes you blind
Momma gave us a phone
Told us to never keep alone.
But it wasn't over, our fight
It made the child inside me die.

When we went down on the road
Against the court's rules of old
He would smile so free
Jump the curb and let us scream.
Called my momma that day
He saw and took my phone away.
But it wasn't over, our fight
It made the child inside me die.

The digits in me turned
Hit them by double, I was ten
When my vision had blurred
Stuck pig now in a pen
Said my body was not right
So he took away my meals, no lie.
But it wasn't over, our fight
It made the child inside me die.