Violent sweet November, tell me if you still remember
When lovin was part of our life and we’d make up after a fight
Now you're dressing all fancy and shit
Cuz you got my ass in court
Telling lies about my past, screaming for custody and child support
So many brothers that dwell that seem to know it well
But I think these people should know about the eight months
I spent in hell, the girl said that I hit her, tore her shirt and bite her arm
But no good is gonna come to ya when you shit on other peoples lawns
And never would I put my little girl in the presence of any harm
I just thought I’d make it clear, while you telling lies in the judges ear
Our lives use to be gravy til you let this other man interfere.
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