Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

lullaby
First son will ever
And forget

Mommy almost to death when she have him, finally
already lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and from being daily beat
And Friday were the worse
And daddy came with flowers

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

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

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

Mommy called Crazy and scorned, she too more born
One boy soon after the much later and
Although they both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her first son, the one, whose womb world was profaned
Came of age playing street games Stevie, Rezzie, and little brother
his heart 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 thieves chose to his dreams
Stopped believing in himself, become with his life
Make impossible right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, words of mother
Replaced them absurdities of others who had also lost their way

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

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

Destined for a demise, survived lives of staying high
Conning, jewelry pawning, arrests,
Womanizing, only for money, for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head left for
So, wide 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 suburban
Shots were fired by the gray man shaky hand
But not shaky enough to hit, lost boy in back
So friend runs for door, leaves first son blood born
Lying alone in blood on cold
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 other, knowing