What's right?

She wanted to stay home her man was on the road

Her 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