We cry Pro-life And spend millions on our cause
Running to the court houses standing in silence Stop the killing!
And when their silence is heard we go home and to our church and celebrate
And when the unborn show up they are delivered to Housing Projects Or orphanages,or trailer parks or abusive homes city wide
Now don’t get me wrong I am very pro life But I cant shout let them live if I won’t adopt them when they get here
I can’t yell it’s murder, while I watch them suffer in government homes from a distance
We yell pro-life And run to other countries to adopt African, Indian and Asian babies Supporting children via world relief while the ones we fought to let live, now live in the street
Pro-life and when they get here we never visit the homes they grow up in
We stay in our suburban neighborhoods and pray everything will turn out good
We say we are pro life But I think actions speak louder Lets get off our ass and help the kids that live here
Lets visit the poor and oppressed and stop just dictating how they should live Oops, may be offensive but the gospel always is.
We say we are pro life They are alive now, and since we have fought for them to be here it’s our responsibility
No longer should you wear you red band if your not doing anything for them while they Live
Stop yelling pro-life, if we ain’t gon fight to give them life…while they live Or stop calling yourself a christian, cause a pharisee suits better
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I love this Jaman..it’s such a weird feeling because I dont like the abortion piece, yet it is SO true that it’s hard to look at how these babies are treated. Death penalty, abortion..it’s those topics in which I don’t know where to stand fully…Mmm