Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

lullaby
First son will ever
And forget

Mommy almost bled to death when she him, finally
She'd already three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak from daily beat
And nights were the worse
And never came with flowers

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

To hell with the news 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 rank 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 made a
As she purged her scourge with birth blood and quiet
Watching as her and love and sacrifice
Lie there in his soft and new life
Breathing, dreaming, from God's eye
Mommy's little survivor her

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

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 to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself, prodigal with his life
Make impossible shit right with gang ties, crime,
Erase wise, woeful of mother
them with absurdities of others who had also lost their way

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

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

Destined for a demise, survived nine lives of staying
Conning, pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing, for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, bat to the head left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, and slurred
Lips twitched with 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 shaky to miss hit, lost boy in back
So called friend runs for door, leaves son blood born
alone in blood on cold floor
Death was the cost of returning to innocence

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