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Hit's like a domestic husband would do
I don't know shit
Know I'm sick without the flew
The doctors can't cure for it
Catch me in a Coope, aqua tint
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marital problems unbearable drama
Domestic violence husbands staring at models and bearing a bottle
You hear the kid's crying but nobody's caring about

Cold shoulder walker
The blinds drawn
On Clarke St
The sounds of
Strangers are fighting
Husband and wife
Domestic violence next door
Keeps me awake

Oh yeah yeah
Haka
Dazen pon d building
Oh no no

Domestic violence eh
The thing don too much now
Everyday we hear violence eh
Eh eh eh eh
Domestic

Run

Ignite

A Place Called Home

2000

abusive husbands,
a childhood lost,
betrayed,
run, run, run
The old man's drunk again,
from the hand that feeds has turned into a fist,
the nightmares are

Maria called the police department
On a Sunday afternoon
"My husband's gonna kill me
Please send somebody soon"
"Where is he, ma'am, is he at your

Maria Navarro

Was (Not Was)

Are You Okay?

1990

Maria called the police department
On a Sunday afternoon
"My husband's gonna kill me.
Please send somebody soon."
"Where is he, ma'am, is he

Now I am complete
Pierced by my mate
Consequences ensue
Autonomy renounced
I am no longer whole
Split asunder
For domestic relief

Belly to the soil

house husband
She what you wanted a woman to be
I'm pretty sure you could see
But anyway she scooped a college degree
And got a gig with some private law

living.

I'll sing you a song, it's not very long
It's moral may disconcert you
Of a mother and wife who for most of her life
Was famed for domestic virtue

an accident"
Nancy rolled her eyes, "Lean back
Relax again" sarah's heart pound
Like her second husband right now
Nancy frowns
Saw that Sarah's head swelled

remember that's your wife
And he gon' be your husband for the rest of his life

Do I really have to stay
Things ain't going my way
I don't know what's going

More more more!
Her black circled eyes were simply empty
Her body was bruised and scarred
Oh, life was hard!
And if her sick alcoholic husband had

their husbands, haven't you read Proverbs 31
But even Christ himself bade farewell to Mary
When both she and he had reached the limit of physical torment

Look all we saw was hustling, and we barely saw husbands
Niggas love these streets, but these streets never love em
From my momma side i grew up

dance
If it weren't for that husband, I could get back in your pants

Don't you miss the wild days and the stripper nights
The driving beat and the bright

the park u kno it's a goner
Heart of armor, I can't show no love sorry I don't want ya
Beat da pussy up domestic violence arrest me your honor,
I just hit

Chris Watts


Perfect Husband 
Dotting Daddy
Beautiful Wife
What are You hiding 
Which can't be denied 
cs the cops soon we're finding 

Your ugly

it's safe to assume
That he probably thought he was doomed
They slept six-to-a-room
And their possessions were few

My father’s mother became a domestic

I'm jonesin' for fascination 
So many people walkin' by but I can't seem to catch a single eye 
I'm done with domestic vibrations
I've played too

A husband, lover
Sooner them than me
When they discover
Their domestic bliss is
Shelter for their failing

Nothing could be worse
Than self-denial
Having

design.

Some are vicious,
Some are fools,
And others blind
To see in me
One of their kind.

Anyone can be
A husband, lover--
Sooner them than me,
When they

backed her up and he left it
But to him this is worse than death
Disrespected

So now she doesn't work
But she runs domestics
Then one day at Tescos who