Seven in the mornin',
She'd have to make a choice
Precious baby girl,
Or a bouncin' baby boy.
She could either keep it,
Or give that child away.
So she quit school that mornin',
An' became a Mom that day.

Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing
You can justify but it's still black an' white.
Paint it any shade but it won't change.
Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing.

News came on my TV
A mother cried an' said,
That her son was fightin' for his life,
'Cause her husband lost his head.
He might have been a problem child,
But if that boy were mine
I wouldn't beat him half to death,
Tryin to make him walk the line.

Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing
You can justify but it's still black an' white.
Paint it any shade but it won't change.
Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing.

Now empowered politicians,
Tryin' to pass a law
They won't let our children pray,
For the better of us all.
An if God blessed America,
How could someone vote,
To take prayer from our classrooms,
Right when we need prayer the most.

Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing
You can justify but it's still black an' white.
Paint it any shade but it won't change.
Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing.
To do the wrong thing.