It's 3am. you hear footsteps. you know who'd coming.   You
better not shout. You silently cry, remembering, knowing the
pain that is to be inflicted upon you.  You better not cry,
you better not shout.  Sufffering under the weight, the pain
of him.  Disgust. I will hurt you and your momma and
brothers and sisters too if you tell. You better not cry,
you better not shout.  Your momma knowing all whats going
on, silent, wallowing in her on pain of being abused,  To
saciffice a lamb every night.  We'rnt you both supposed to
protect me?  She wants to keep a roof over our head, food
coming in.Don't want to get beat everyday. You better not
cry, you better not shout.