Truth Universal - Domestic Disturbance Lyrics
This cat named Greg and Tamika that’s his baby mamaGot a bad relationship like China and the Dalai LamaEx-collegiate athlete, (he) always got choseBad rotator cup killed his chance at the prosEver since high school, his seat in classes stayed unfilledNow in real life labor low paid and unskilledHe met a woman that didn’t care what his position wasStayed by his side, her love was unconditionalDropped out as juniors, youth planted insideHad 2 more then, Greg felt he couldn’t provideOnce high expectations morphed to low self esteemAwakened rudely, nothing like his family dreamsThen became candidate for alcoholic’s anonTamika worked hard, but Gregory forgot the bondHe saw the manhood threat, not the momDaily beat her into submission like they was in the OctagonHe’d ask questions, if her answers seemed equivocalThe confrontation could result in bruises to her physicalHer life was hell, all she wanted was happinessHe’d beat her ass like the saints did IndianapolisIn 2010, like many men ashamed of what he didBut then again he’d hit her right in front of the kidsChild:“Daddy, why you hit on Mama so muchI thought that you’d protect us from anybody’s touchYou beat her like a thief, did she do something wrongPlease stop you hurt her body ‘cuz your muscles are strong”He sent the child to his room screaming his/her nameAs the child left the room, his head hung in shame…He looked at Tamika, like he was feeling her painTears welled in his eyes and said that he’d change…he had a new job, he was tryna to do betterHis woman wanted to grow, he decided to let her6 months passed, and the bottle he stayed offThen parish budget cuts left the broken man laid offLooked for work, but a steady job it seemed that he couldn’t have itIn about two weeks, back to the old habitsDaily screams from the jaw to fist collisionsWould echo loudly throughout the ghetto subdivisionSometimes a black eye, other times bones broke upThe routine was regular, and then Tamika spoke upTamika:“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 herHis main goal was to put her in her in her placeConvinced he could do it with repeated blows to the faceBut she had enough this time didn’t back down…couldn’t hear the screaming children off in the backgroundThis was all because of his anger overdoseHe beat Tamika, until she was nearly comatoseWasn’t dead, to live had very good chanceEMT put her limp in the ambulanceDeemed unfit, his actions nearly murderous(The) state sent the children with (child) protective services(her) father close, she rested in the hospital bedWith lacerations from repeated knocks to the headMild concussion suffered from blunt force traumaTubes in her nose reminded him of his mamaBlocked out, but flashbacks, every now and thenThought about the maybe twice he saw his daddy in the penNever forgot, his father killed a man's daughterOnly got a charge of involuntary manslaughterThough he was a child, always felt he coulda done some moreHe went to speak with the common law son-in-lawArrived and knocked on the door, Greg peeked through the blindsHe 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 pugilismTamika’s Father:“Tell me seriously where you gon carry herIt’s been 12 years; with no plans to marry herDisturbance calls, (but) to jail they ain’t gon take youObviously ain’t gon stop until somebody makes you”Greg:“Don’t have to be married for her to be my wifeMind your business, this my house and my life”Tamika’s father faced Greg with the HK ninaPut a hole in his dome like hurricane KatrinaJustice served, no remorse for what he didWhen questioned by the pigs, neighbors saw nobody leave the crib
