I remember my sister Mary Would get beat by husband who was the deacon in the church And the whole church knew But no one would say anything But I remember so clearly she was in the kitchen washing dishes and She would encourage herself, Quietly because she didn't want to start anything she'll say Lord Deliver me 'Cause all he seem to do is, hurt me If you know someone who is dealing with this, Pull out your phone and text them and say I love you Hurt me Even if you got this song on repeat When he would leave the house she will say Lord Deliver me "Cause all he seem to do is, hurt me Hurt me You hate me, But you really love me, When you balling up inside it creates Tornadoes in your tummy Energy spark emotion Emoted by lots of pressure Hatred is a small gesture, yes sir See you nauseous, over this nonsense But its hard to tell your concious That paralyzed by the pain I'm only half of what you own Lord Deliver me "Cause all he seem to do is Hurt me Oh Lord, hurt me Oh Lord Deliver me, oh He keeps on hurting me My heart is heavy And I don't want to feel it no more, so heavy See growing up in the hood That was the cool factor We need to change the cool factor Never hit a woman I'm sorry