Today, I wanted to just really hit on something dealing with pain.

I asked my mom one day, I said, Mom, I said, would you buy me a deck of cards?

She says, Junior, I don't gamble in my house.

I ain't no cards coming to my house.

I said, Mom, I don't need them.

Forgive me. I don't want them to forgive me.

I just need a deck of cards, Mom.

My mom, for years, from the time I was four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

I never saw a woman take so much physical abuse than the way I've seen my mother be.

Every freaking day of my life.

But I can't help her because I'm not strong enough.

I don't have the muscle to get these men off my mother.

My mother's a very high yellow woman and every time they hit her, she would bleed from her eyes.

She would walk around for days with sunglasses on in the house.

I said, Mom, I need a deck of cards.

Last altercation, we got in.

I stepped far to hit my mom so hard in the face.

I stepped far to hit my mom so hard in the face I called her.

And I looked at him with this rage and this pain in my eyes.

Like one day, one day.

And I took this deck of cards.

I couldn't live in the house. I had to live in the garage.

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