Analysis of The man my mother married

He hit her so she hit back
Her kids were watching him turn her black.
The color of her bruises I wanted to fight
The next day I took flight.

I punched his face
To put him in his place.
The man my mother married
Needs to be buried.

We found a way
For us to stay,
Looks can kill
Better than a pill.

He won't hurt another,
Because of me and my mother
The kids are safe and sound
Because the man my mother married is in the ground

We had our fun
Now we are on the run
As long as we try
We will run till we die