Planned Parenthood

[Locksmith: Verse 1]
Dear God
We sit & we pray for your blessins
We’re thankful & grateful that we can all gather in front of your presence
My Pastor, my Wife & my Daughter
We offer this offering up at the alter
So you can provide us with guidance & she can see clearly
Speak to us heavenly father!
We recently found out that she’s pregnant and I bear the burden of steering her direction
She wants to go visit the clinic but we believe life begins at conception
But she believes she can vacate us, unnerving us
We all family of faith, not murderers
How can we justify killing the children of God inside of the womb
It’s disturbing us
And what’s even worse is these criminal liberals pushing their rhetoric further
And they tell us killing a baby is OK and then judge us for eating a burger
You Plant-based, but we God-based
Get your demonic Whopper out of my face!
The embryo has a soul and just cause you don’t doesn’t give you the right to judge my faith
I spoke with our pastor and he said it was sin
And what better source to hear it from him
He’s been your reverend ever since you were like 10
A trusted advisor, so why would I bend
“But Dad?”
But Dad, nothing
There’ll be no abortion, end of discussion
Life is a gift and I will not return it
If God is the sender, He feels that we deserve it
And I don’t wanna hear what you can’t do
Cause your Mom was your age when we had you
She gave her career to rear you
If we thought like you did, you wouldn’t be here too
Show some respect for your soul
The actions of God are not in our control
Planned Parenthood is the tool of the Devil
Created to keep us from breeding & sterile
I won’t!...

[Chorus: Rebecca Nobel]
I wanna believe I that can turn to someone
I wanted to leave but I’ve been waiting to run
How do I stay when I’ve wrong
They want me to pray & play along, but I’ve got a ways til I can go on

I gotta believe I that can turn to someone
I wanted to leave but I’ve been waiting to run
How do I stay when I’ve wrong
They want me to pray & play along, but I’ve got a ways til I can go on

[Locksmith: Verse 2]
But father, you’re not being practical
You see my life through a lens, but it’s fractional
You pick & choose what you use as a measuring stick
Your opinion restricts what is rational
I know that you speak from a hurt place
But you don’t understand what a birth takes
If you weren’t so opposed to talking about sex we could’ve avoided this in the first place
Let the moral court in
You think I want this?
That’s a core distortion
Supporting women should be more important
But a closed minded view only causes more abortions
You say I’m foul religiously, but Dad, I’ve seen your browser history
I don’t judge you, so don’t judge me
Especially when it comes to matters of my body!
And who’s gonna help when this baby arrives
With you & my mate we can barely survive
You expect me to just take off work, but still pay you for rent & take classes full time?
This is no political rally
This is my life & I’m beggin’ my family
Cynics oppose & there’s more debate
But if more clinics close, then we’re forced to wait
And if we’re forced to wait, it shakes reservations
That’s the reason women have late terminations
That’s the reason I don’t go to Church for the savin’
Talkin’ ‘bout God, but they workin’ for Satan!
“B-b-b-but, sweetie?”
But sweetie, nothin
There’ll be no child birth, end of discussion
Just so you know, that Pastor you sidin’ with
This is his baby
I’m tired of hidin’ it
And I don’t wanna hear it was a mistake
He was like a father-figure, so is this rape?
He’s supposed to be a shepphard of God, but he’s sleepin’ with the flock
So that makes him a fraud
Show some respect for my Mom
Don’t blame it on God when it’s you doin’ wrong
Respect ‘Parenthood & the good that it weighs me
I will not be shamed into having a baby
I won’t!...

[Chorus: Rebecca Nobel]
I wanna believe I that can turn to someone
I wanted to leave but I’ve been waiting to run
How do I stay when I’ve wrong
They want me to pray & play along, but I’ve got a ways til I can go on

I gotta believe I that can turn to someone
I wanted to leave but I’ve been waiting to run
How do I stay when I’ve wrong
They want me to pray & play along, but I’ve got a ways til I can go on