This is a song about "I was abused"

Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim

He been waiting for his connection to come

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

And this from a person that never believed in religion

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

All i ever done was

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Home was never sweet when i was there

I remember when i was little, i was always afraid

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate