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In the Womb


    As they begin in the womb You go ahead and put them in their tomb. If you didn't want them in the first place Then why did you go to his place? That night when he wanted you to share, You could have stopped it right then and there. You can sit there and let the doctor do that to your body? Did you even ask your baby if he or she wanted to be a somebody? What if he or she could have cured cancer? Or become America's next best dancer? We should be protecting our children like a mama bear protects her children Not taking the lives of our children. Do you not want to hear the wah, wah, cry of your child? Or the goo, goo, gah, gah, of your child? So which would be better for you? Because I distinctively remember your parents didn't ask you.

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