"I was supposed to be

"I Was Supposed to Be"

(Verse 1)

Yeah, I was supposed to be a whisper, erased before breath,

Doctor looked at my mama, said it’s safer to face death.

Age and health on the table, the verdict seemed cold,

Terminate the mission, let the story stay untold.

But she stood like a soldier, heart heavy but strong,

Said, “This life got a reason, I can’t call it wrong.”

Through the shadows of the doubt, through the weight of the pain,

She chose light in the storm, kept me outta the rain.

(Chorus)

I was supposed to be, nothing but a memory,

Now I’m living proof, you never know the destiny.

From the cradle to the mic, I was born with a fight,

Mama made that choice, now I’m speaking on life.

If it ain’t hell or high water, think twice before you end it,

That future you dismissin’ might be heaven-sent, intended.

(Verse 2)

Abortion on the headlines, politicians in the game,

Reversals of decisions, throwing fuel on the flame.

Roe v. Wade in the grave, now the laws getting tight,

Stringent rules passed down, telling women what’s right.

But I ain’t here to preach, just to tell my own tale,

Without that conscious choice, I’d be a ghost on the trail.

I ain’t a spokesman for the masses, don’t mistake what I say,

I’m just thankful for the chance to breathe another day.

Look at me now, pen sharp, cuttin’ through lies,

Droppin’ verses on the youth, maybe openin’ eyes.

If one soul hesitates, if one child survives,

Then my story got a purpose, my struggle’s alive.

(Chorus)

I was supposed to be, nothing but a memory,

Now I’m living proof, you never know the destiny.

From the cradle to the mic, I was born with a fight,

Mama made that choice, now I’m speaking on life.

If it ain’t hell or high water, think twice before you end it,

That future you dismissin’ might be heaven-sent, intended.

(Bridge)

I ain’t blind to the pain, or the weight of the choice,

But every heartbeat matters, every cry got a voice.

I was a risk on the charts, a statistic in line,

But mama pushed through the odds, said this life would shine.

Now I stand for the voiceless, the almost-forgotten,

The seeds that could blossom, though the soil seemed rotten.

(Verse 3)

So when I step to the mic, it’s gratitude in my veins,

Not a platform, just passion, not a lecture, just pain.

I’m alive, I’m aware, I’m a gift, I’m a song,

Proof that what feels weak can still grow up strong.

Don’t mistake me for a preacher, I’m just telling my truth,

What was almost erased is now pouring into the booth.

I was supposed to be a shadow, but I’m standing in the light,

Living testament that wrong can still turn out right.

(Outro)

I was supposed to be… gone before I begun,

But my mama made a choice, and the battle was won.

So I spit for the lost, for the unborn chance,

For the ones on the edge, needing one more glance.

If you hear me, then hear this: life’s a gift you can’t see,

Sometimes the greatest blessings start with supposed to be.