Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

First
First son ever hear
And forget

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

Instead he hours at some corner spot
With some bar pop Cookie
Putting his thing down mommy's sheets with
talk 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 wine and women clouded his
No warm welcome for and son
Just the rank of ass crack, funk, and cum
But mommy's prayerful strength, her best
She burned the dirty linens, a fresh bed

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

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

Played a different of street game now
son plunged 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 daddy's
Couldn't shield her ears from daddy's mouthed, liquor breath jeers

His defense, served to be confidence
bottles housed his swift descent
Phones called on block frequent for his shenanigans
Now, and him twins in addiction
to false hearted heavens and friends by liquefied demons
Had become what he despised from conception 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 wide and glassy, speech, slowed and
Lips with caked up codeine candy and mouth corners

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

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