Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

First
First son will hear
And never

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

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

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

Laid sleeping first son down and never a sound
As she her scourge with birth blood and quiet tears
Watching as her and love and sacrifice
Lie there in his skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh from eye
Mommy's little survivor her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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