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