Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled of fist on flesh
to chest, no breath, air gasps
You ain't but white trash, bitch
each hit, each kick, each broken rib
Crack, crack, are crying
Mommy's crying and bleeding and

And then, daddy to fuck
Dick hard, with power rush
And as if all that wasn't
Mommy's seven heavy with birth
As daddy grunts and drunk nothings in her bloodied ear

lullaby
First son will hear
And forget

Mommy almost bled to death she have him, finally
She'd already lost
Uterus bruised, shredded, and from being daily beat
And nights were the worse
And daddy never came with

Instead he spent hours at corner spot
With some bar pop named
Putting his thing down soiling sheets with
talk shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick
Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel

To hell the good news that he was a father for the first time
His thirst for and women clouded his vision
No warm for mother and son
Just the smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But prayerful strength, her best defense
She burned the dirty linens, a fresh bed

Laid sleeping first son down and made a sound
As she purged her scourge birth blood and quiet tears
Watching as her and love and sacrifice
Lie there in his skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, from God's eye
little survivor like her

Mommy called and scorned, 'cause she too more born
One boy soon after the girl later and
they were both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her son, the first one, whose womb world was profaned
Came of age street games with Stevie, Rezzie, and little brother
'Till his start to wither in pain and shame

Blamed mom for the she let daddy do to her and him
Let sins of the father his innocence to wander
Found out amongst thieves to squander his dreams
Stopped in himself, become prodigal with his life
Make impossible shit right gang ties, crime, lies
wise, woeful words of mother
Replaced them with absurdities of others who had also their way

a different kind of street game now
First son deep, speak street family vows
no causes but his own
See, he couldn't mommy's neck from daddy's grasp
Or protect mommy's ass from wrath
Couldn't shield her from daddy's foul mouthed, liquor breath jeers

His defense, served to be confidence
Brown bottles his swift descent
Phones called cops on frequent for his shenanigans
Now, daddy and him in addiction
Driven to false heavens and friends by liquefied demons
Had become what he despised conception 'til end

Destined for a demise, survived nine lives of high
Conning, pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing, only for money, for sex
in chest, baseball bat to the head left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, slowed and
Lips twitched with up codeine candy and mouth corners

One December 24th Mr. Hide and friend
final ride to suburban supplier
Shots were fired by the gray man with hand
But not shaky enough to miss hit, lost boy in
So called friend runs for door, first son blood born
Lying alone in blood on cold
was the cost of returning to innocence lost

Baby awake for dawn on Christmas morn'
To mommy's sobs and shakes, daddy's silhouettes of
All omitted and absolved by lost
As they clung to each other,