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, bones are
Mommy's crying and bleeding and

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

First
First son ever hear
And never

Mommy almost bled to death she have him, finally
already lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and from being 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 down soiling mommy's sheets with
talk shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick
Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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