The sight and echo of them makes me want to pull out my hair.
They say things like,
Mothers: "Give it back to the stork, walk into Planned Parenthood and we'll grab the pitchforks."
Mother 2: "No child left behind honey,
Mother 1: but you're no longer sweet."
Son 1: You made a mistake.
Sons: Are you gonna crucify yourself for that?
Mothers: But baby you don't understand,
Mother 1: these people don't want you here.
Mother 2: Soon to become nothing more than the root of their fear.
Son 1: Mother you can't hate yourself for not saying no.
Mother 2: But I can still hear them say,
Mothers: "We live in Chicago everyday is a massacre
Mother 1: and that boy is better off not being born than living in this world."
Mothers: Baby, I love you
Mother 2: But not enough to raise you strong and tough,
Mother 1: Especially with the way this world is made up.
Mother 2: Even if I teach you to be the world's strongest man.
Mother 1: Even if you can lift a thousand weights and fly.