What's right?
N.i.f.t.yHer friends dragged her to the club the plan was to unfold
She met him at the bar just talking - didn't think nothing of it
He kept the drinks comin' - not drunk yet - she got a lot looser when
Still on the brink - when he crushed it up and slipped the pill in her drink
All of a sudden he was mackin' it - planned that the cab would take him back to his pad so quick
Before she collapsed she hit the covers - he slipper her covers off and
Rubbed her soft skin -he used no rubbers often
With reckless abandon a coward with a desperate plan
The next morning, he brought her breakfast and was standin'
Over her - hold up, this man was not known to her
Felt the weight press and just landed on her shoulders
Clued on - but at least it was secretive
Tried to move on - the next week she missed her period
Chorus 1 (from the mother's perspective)
Does this it have to be this way - I was smiling yesterday
But today I'm filled with pain - I'm so lost and so afraid
I want to do what's right- is it right to take this life?
If he dies I will cry - he stays I will pay
Consumed within the womb I feel my mother's hatred - heard the statement - that she was raped when - a thug put a drug her in drink- she was stumped and couldn't think - which means that love wasn't a thing -
Which means I'm a mistake - the situation is real clear -
I'm not supposed to be here
She feels fear - she's shocked and I'm certain - she's not eating, my placenta is not working
Spots hurting - not deserving this sickness - and for over one month she was denying my existence
But she spoke about a clinic - I hope she wants to have me now - 'cause being born would make me a happy child
Yea I think it's better I stay - my hands are barely developed - I put 'em together and pray - I gave her gentle a kick - to let her know I'm a gentle kid - and I can grow up to be a gentleman
A week after that - she finds herself lying on a table in a dark room being told to relax - but something is not right --metal objects squishing my brain - my life was taken before I was given a name...
Chorus 2 (from the child's perspective)
It doesn't have to be this way - we were happy yesterday
And now your smile has gone away and now I'm the one to blame
I know you want to do what's right - don't you think I'm worth the fight?
What you choose, I don't know - all I ask, don't let go