Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled sound of fist on
to chest, no breath, air gasps
You ain't nothing but trash, bitch
With each hit, each kick, broken rib
Crack, crack, bones are
crying and bleeding and pleading

And then, wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with rush
And as if all that enough
seven months heavy with birth
As daddy grunts and cursed nothings in her bloodied ear

lullaby
First son will ever
And forget

Mommy almost bled to when she have him, finally
She'd already lost
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak being daily beat
And Friday were the worse
And daddy came with flowers

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

To hell with the good news he was a father for the first time
His thirst for wine and women clouded his
No welcome for mother and son
Just the rank 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 never made a
As she purged her scourge with birth and quiet tears
Watching as her fears and and sacrifice
Lie there in his skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh from eye
Mommy's survivor like her

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

Blamed mom for the wrong she let do to her and him
Let sins of the cause his innocence to wander
Found out amongst thieves chose to squander his
Stopped believing in himself, become with his life
impossible shit right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, woeful words of
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
Espouse no but his own
See, he couldn't protect mommy's neck daddy's grasp
Or protect mommy's ass from wrath
Couldn't shield her ears from daddy's mouthed, liquor breath jeers

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

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

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

'sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn'
To mommy's and shakes, daddy's silhouettes of regret
All past omitted and absolved by
As they clung to other, knowing