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Was the daughter of a preacher
Grew up in the church, yeah the one with a steeple
He'd stand at the alter and talk about God
Preach about love, then beat us with a rod
Big sister and brother got the blunt of his weapon
I'd just cry, too small to step in
Mom didn't care, said he put food on the table
What the fuck mom, your marriage is unstable
Eventually big sis and bro left me
They fled to Dallas and SLC
I was young but I still remember
The life under a preachers roof, a sinner
Mom and dad are gone now too
This girl raised herself, who knew
Now I'm a woman, strong and beautiful
The evidence is irrefutable
I can make it through life on my own
Leave that shit in the past, inscribed on a tombstone