You say it’s for the children, But you won’t feed them. You say they're sacred... But you’d let me die. This isn’t about babies. It’s about control. If the dad stays, they freeze his wage, Can’t quit the job, can’t show his rage. They bleed him dry ‘cause they know he’ll stay, When eviction is just one check away. If he leaves? She's their new pet— Low pay, no help, no safety net. Either way, they win the game: A parent in chains is easy to tame. You let them fire me for carrying life, Then call me back to serve and smile nice. You don’t get a say. You don’t get to pray While I pay the price For laws you made. You passed the ban, then cut the aid— Cut formula, cut Medicaid. Cut daycare, schools, and welfare. Childcare? HAH! You're not there. You want the birth, but after? You don't bother. I'll tell you what you really are: an absentee father. Where’s the help when rent’s past due? Where’s your god when babies chew On air because there’s nothing new In the fridge you let them die next to? You don’t get a say. You don’t get to pray While I pay the price For the laws you made. She picked the name, she painted the wall, Folded the clothes, dreamt it all. But the heartbeat stopped, something went wrong— And now she’s told to “just hold on.” They say “no exceptions,” or “life’s divine”— So they let her die slow on their time. They preach their lies with holy breath— But she’s the one who’ll bleed to death. No diapers. No bottles. No safety net below. No housing. No access. No future but you have your show. You want a world where labor scars, Choose: motherhood or prison bars. You don’t get a say. You don’t get to pray While I pay the price For the laws you made. You don’t raise the child. You don’t feel the weight. You legislate pain— Then dare call it fate. You don’t want babies. You want obedience. You don’t love mothers. You want compliance. You don’t fight for life— You just want to feel good about yourself. You don’t get a say. You don’t get to pray While I pay the price For laws you made. You don’t carry the scar. You don’t bleed for the lie. You don’t get to choose Who lives and who dies.
