Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

lullaby
First son ever hear
And never

Mommy almost bled to death when she have him,
She'd already three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and from being daily beat
And Friday nights the worse
And daddy never with flowers

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

To hell with the good that he was a father for the first time
His for wine and women clouded his vision
No welcome for mother and son
Just the 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 never made a
As she purged her scourge with blood and quiet tears
Watching as her fears and love and
Lie there in his soft and new life
Breathing, dreaming, from God's eye
Mommy's survivor like her

called Crazy and scorned, 'cause she too more born
One boy soon after the girl 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 street with Stevie, Rezzie, and little brother
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 his innocence to wander
Found out amongst chose to squander his dreams
Stopped in himself, become prodigal with his life
Make shit right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, words of mother
them with absurdities of others who had also lost their way

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

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

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

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

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