Battlefield

Battlefield Kerser Love is a battlefield This is the final straw, yeah, he's high for sure He's gone to buy some more, stay up from night to dawn And they always fight, they at it all the time But, this time, something's changing, yeah it's different tonight She sick of living her life, she plans to get up and run away With her kids and just live in another state They struggle now just to feed 'cause they're poor Where the kids playing raw, he's leaving needles on floor He's raging bad like "don't look at me bitch" You go cook for the kids or cop a hook to the chin And it wouldn't be the first, he's always smacking her up They were deeply in love, but now he's smacking it up His vain first priority then the kids probably She knows this shit is going to be a hard move but honestly She's got to go he needs his drugs and he has to steal Escape it all 'cause his love is a battlefield Love is a battlefield First night without a dime in her purse They have nowhere to go, she has to find a reserve But she feels better with her kids by her side And the known fact you'll never injure her right Well, she feels freedom but she's hungry at the same time Stress is on her mind, her kids are sickened, all night they cry It ain't right 'cause back home he wakes up Loads his shotty, wants revenge so he scrapes up Enough dollars to be catching a bus To the first place they ever met but he must Hold it all together or he ending it forever Never see his kid and never find connection any better But they're long gone it was the same reserve Her sister rang her up and said you're staying with her So he's back roaming on the search for his next hit He's been through the best shit is mind state is hectic Love is a battlefield She's living life, it's been a week and the kids' laughter Happy at last not like a back at the start But he's got tracks on his arms still tracking them down He don't want to make it right he wants to smack her on down Put a gat in her mouth like what look what you've done He's sipping on bottles of rum over what has become But he needs a hit to escape all his brain's thoughts It only been four hours and he's hit like more than eight wroughts Cashed up, pays a visit to his dealer Pays his tick and gets some more it can't get any realer She's long gone he's in love with a ghost Might be dead to him so he doubles his dose Eyes roll back, can't talk can't move See her face move then his kids too Out cold heart stops head falls Love is a battlefield and that's what he's dead for