Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

First
First son will ever
And never

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

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

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

Laid sleeping first son down and never 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 little survivor her

Mommy called and scorned, 'cause she too more born
One boy soon the girl much 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 street games Stevie, Rezzie, and little brother
'Till his heart start to in pain and shame

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

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

His only defense, to be confidence
bottles housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on block frequent for his
Now, daddy and him 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 staying
Conning, pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing, only for money, for sex
in chest, baseball bat to the head left for dead
So, wide and glassy, speech, slowed and slurred
Lips twitched with up codeine candy and mouth corners

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

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