Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class

With a Maglite right beneath her pillow

And though she's never been a boxer by choice

She's known to act oak, he'll never catch her a willow, nuh-uh

She the calm type, you see the small scars

Creeping down her arm, peeking from the long sleeves, right?

She keeps him weak in the knees, but she stay out of sight

And when that school bell rings, it's goodnight

Or might as well be, he never sees her around

But he looks, for weeks now, he's been maybe tomorrow, but he's shook

He see them bruises and he needs to please her

Plus he don't wanna go home either

Gives her a look, they pass, copies down a poem from a school book

Gives it to her after hesitation, whoops his ass

She took it fast, lost it, got sensation in her hands

Then braces herself gracefully, sturdy where she stands on some

Humble mumbling, passing the words fumbling

Nothing discouraging, just nerves, drumming up the courage

Something 'bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds

Something, something that he read

It caught her right beneath the armor

Cauterized thought of any blunt force trauma

Ain't no way that he can harm her, nuh-uh

When that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales

Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam

Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke

We ain't gotta go through nothin' alone

And when that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales

Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam

Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke

We ain't gotta go through nothin' alone

She's in the weather, the whole storm

Hugging on her prince, his hands to skin warm

Quick out the door, no note, no forlorn

'Cause all they heard was "Papa, don't hit me no more"

But they couldn't seem to keep the swelling down

How they regretting never letting out of this third child

Aw, but things are getting better now

Yeah, cozy sweater now with the thumbs through the holes

And the sleeves worn down

And her boy's similar, noise minimal, toy criminal

Joy's simple when someone's found it in you

Somehow it boosts the individual, that bluish hue is mutual

They make love gently

So aware of each other's bruises

And sort of scared they can lose this

Trust, bury the blues somewhere it won't bear roots

But is this boy where the truth is?

She's spooked, see, fruit never seem to fall far

From the useless branch that it's attached to

And quacks say if he's beat up, he's bound to smack you

She's down to step back now, if he ever got loud

She couldn't be proud of whatever she might do

But it's the first time she ever felt touch

That didn't bring her to hush like something was being done to her

That unscrews her, she loosens with the booze

Her hinge can stay bent, addressing her dude's wounds

Regressing to bedrooms where fools ignore, don't

He's not one of them tools that screws, nuts and bolts

And she know that, and she know that

But she holds back and she hold that

He see the way she flinch 'cause it's knee-jerk to brace for attack

Even if he's only rubbing her back

I mean, and even if it's like the deck has been stacked

It's not an act, he's really loving her back

Hold your heart up

Never raise your hand, she says that with a grown-up's voice

I'm yours now, just like a child

Please don't be scared now

It clicks, a piece finally fits

I love you, they say that with their lips

Never raise your hand, he says that with a grown-up's voice

I'm yours now, just like a child

Please don't be scared now

It clicks, a piece finally fits

I love you, they say that with their lips

When that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales

Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam

Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke

We ain't gotta go through nothin' alone

And when that curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales

Some people seem to call that home, some souls roam

Keep riding 'til the cycle is broke

We ain't gotta go through nothin' alone