This cat named Greg and Tamika that’s his baby mama
Got a bad relationship like China and the Dalai Lama
Ex-collegiate athlete, (he) always got chose
Bad rotator cup killed his chance at the pros
Ever since high school, his seat in classes stayed unfilled
Now in real life labor low paid and unskilled
He met a woman that didn’t care what his position was
Stayed by his side, her love was unconditional
Dropped out as juniors, youth planted inside
Had 2 more then, Greg felt he couldn’t provide
Once high expectations morphed to low self esteem
Awakened rudely, nothing like his family dreams
Then became candidate for alcoholic’s anon
Tamika worked hard, but Gregory forgot the bond
He saw the manhood threat, not the mom
Daily beat her into submission like they was in the Octagon
He’d ask questions, if her answers seemed equivocal
The confrontation could result in bruises to her physical
Her life was hell, all she wanted was happiness
He’d beat her ass like the saints did Indianapolis
In 2010, like many men ashamed of what he did
But then again he’d hit her right in front of the kids
Child:
“Daddy, why you hit on Mama so much
I thought that you’d protect us from anybody’s touch
You beat her like a thief, did she do something wrong
Please stop you hurt her body ‘cuz your muscles are strong”
He sent the child to his room screaming his/her name
As the child left the room, his head hung in shame…
He looked at Tamika, like he was feeling her pain
Tears welled in his eyes and said that he’d change
…he had a new job, he was tryna to do better
His woman wanted to grow, he decided to let her
6 months passed, and the bottle he stayed off
Then parish budget cuts left the broken man laid off
Looked for work, but a steady job it seemed that he couldn’t have it
In about two weeks, back to the old habits
Daily screams from the jaw to fist collisions
Would echo loudly throughout the ghetto subdivision
Sometimes a black eye, other times bones broke up
The routine was regular, and then Tamika spoke up
Tamika:
“Greg I had enough and I can’t take anymore.
You said you would stop, and you said it before…
Whatever ever happened, to the love that we used to have?
I’d rather die, than be your damn punching bag”
(He) asked her if she had a pistol or if Jesus was with her,
‘cuz one of them would have to save her, (and) proceeded to hit her
His main goal was to put her in her in her place
Convinced he could do it with repeated blows to the face
But she had enough this time didn’t back down
…couldn’t hear the screaming children off in the background
This was all because of his anger overdose
He beat Tamika, until she was nearly comatose
Wasn’t dead, to live had very good chance
EMT put her limp in the ambulance
Deemed unfit, his actions nearly murderous
(The) state sent the children with (child) protective services
(her) father close, she rested in the hospital bed
With lacerations from repeated knocks to the head
Mild concussion suffered from blunt force trauma
Tubes in her nose reminded him of his mama
Blocked out, but flashbacks, every now and then
Thought about the maybe twice he saw his daddy in the pen
Never forgot, his father killed a man's daughter
Only got a charge of involuntary manslaughter
Though he was a child, always felt he coulda done some more
He went to speak with the common law son-in-law
Arrived and knocked on the door, Greg peeked through the blinds
He said, “Let me in Son, I need to speak my mind.”
He let him in out of respect for his wisdom
…apprehensive, but he was still prepared for pugilism
Tamika’s Father:
“Tell me seriously where you gon carry her
It’s been 12 years; with no plans to marry her
Disturbance calls, (but) to jail they ain’t gon take you
Obviously ain’t gon stop until somebody makes you”
“Don’t have to be married for her to be my wife
Mind your business, this my house and my life”
Tamika’s father faced Greg with the HK nina
Put a hole in his dome like hurricane Katrina
Justice served, no remorse for what he did
When questioned by the pigs, neighbors saw nobody leave the crib

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