Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled of fist on flesh
Blows to chest, no breath, air
You ain't nothing but white trash,
With each hit, each kick, each rib
Crack, crack, bones are
Mommy's and bleeding and pleading

And then, daddy wants to
Dick hard, with power rush
And as if all that enough
Mommy's seven months heavy birth
As daddy grunts and cursed drunk in her bloodied ear

First
First son will ever
And forget

Mommy bled to death when she have him, finally
She'd lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak from daily beat
And Friday nights were the
And daddy never came with

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

To hell with the good news that he was a for the first time
His for wine and women clouded his vision
No warm welcome for and son
the rank smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But mommy's prayerful strength, her best
She burned the dirty linens, made a bed

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

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

mom for the wrong she let daddy do to her and him
Let sins of the father cause his to wander
Found out amongst chose to squander his dreams
believing in himself, become prodigal with his life
Make impossible right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, woeful of mother
Replaced them with absurdities of who had also lost their way

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

His only defense, served to be
bottles housed his swift descent
Phones cops on block frequent for his shenanigans
Now, daddy and him in addiction
Driven to false hearted heavens and by liquefied demons
Had become what he from conception 'til end

Destined for a demise, survived nine of staying high
Conning, jewelry pawning, arrests,
Womanizing, for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, slowed and
Lips twitched with caked up codeine candy and mouth

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

Baby 'sis awake for dawn on Christmas
To sobs and shakes, daddy's silhouettes of regret
All past and absolved by lost
As clung to each other, knowing