(2 Tim 3:1-5)       Anger pumping through my veins.    Abuse I know I can take the pain    and I know that he'll do it once again,    this time to my mother, my sisters or my brother.       I hate it when he screams and shouts.    I think to myself, "is this what love is all about?"    I think I gotta get my whole family out    before he puts us in the deep, deep ground.       By the time courts are done with the case    mama has more broken ribs, more scars on her face.    I hate it when he screams and shouts.    I think to myself, "is this what love is all about?"    Anger pumping through my veins.    Abuse I know I can take the pain    and I know that he'll do it once again,    this time to my mother, my sisters or my brother.       Why's he gotta be that way?    Gotta find myself a little escape!      Anger pumping through my veins.    Abuse I know I can take the pain    and I know that he'll do it once again,    this time to my mother, my sisters or my brother.