Running. Running. That's all i know how to do. I ran from everything. Family, friends and i even ran from me. Running from what tho? The strip club? Family? Friends? Nope. Running from a nigga who only trying to love me. A man beating my ass is what i was told is love. Letting a man have his way with you mean he love you is what i was told. So if that is love i don't want it.