Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

And then, wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled power rush
And as if all wasn't enough
Mommy's months heavy with birth
As daddy grunts and cursed nothings in her bloodied ear

lullaby
First son will ever
And forget

almost bled to death when she have him, finally
She'd lost three
bruised, shredded, and weak from being daily beat
And nights were the worse
And never came with flowers

he spent hours at some corner spot
With some bar pop Cookie
Putting his thing down mommy's sheets with
Sweet shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick
Hair grease, sperm, and juice

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

Laid sleeping son down and never made a sound
As she purged her scourge with birth blood and tears
Watching as her fears and and sacrifice
Lie in his soft 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 after the girl much later and
Although were both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her son, the first one, whose womb world was profaned
Came of age playing games with Stevie, Rezzie, and little brother
'Till his heart to wither in pain and shame

Blamed mom for the wrong she let do to her and him
Let of the father cause his innocence to wander
Found out thieves chose to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself, prodigal with his life
impossible shit right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, woeful words of
Replaced them with of others who had also lost their way

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

His only defense, to be confidence
Brown housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on block for his shenanigans
Now, daddy and him twins in
Driven to false hearted heavens and by liquefied demons
Had what he despised from conception 'til end

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

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

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