Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled of fist on flesh
Blows to chest, no breath, air
You nothing but white trash, bitch
With each hit, each kick, each rib
Crack, crack, are crying
Mommy's and bleeding and pleading

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

lullaby
First son ever hear
And forget

Mommy almost to death when she have him, finally
already lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak from daily beat
And Friday nights the worse
And daddy never with flowers

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

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

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

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

Blamed mom for the wrong she let do to her and him
Let sins of the father cause his innocence to
Found out amongst thieves chose to his dreams
Stopped believing in himself, become prodigal his life
Make impossible shit right gang ties, crime, lies
wise, woeful words of mother
Replaced with absurdities 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 neck from daddy's
Or protect mommy's ass from wrath
Couldn't shield her ears daddy's foul mouthed, liquor breath jeers

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

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

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

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