Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled sound of on flesh
Blows to chest, no breath, air
You ain't but white trash, bitch
With hit, each kick, each broken rib
Crack, crack, are crying
Mommy's crying and and pleading

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

lullaby
First son ever hear
And never

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

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

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

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

called Crazy and scorned, 'cause she too more born
One boy after the girl much later and
Although they were sung the same lullabies of hate
Her first son, the first one, whose womb world was
Came of age playing street games with Stevie, Rezzie, and 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 his innocence to wander
Found out amongst thieves chose to squander his
Stopped believing in himself, become with his life
impossible shit right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, words of mother
Replaced them with absurdities of who had also lost their way

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

His only defense, served to be
Brown housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on block frequent for his
Now, daddy and him twins in
Driven to hearted heavens and friends by liquefied demons
Had what he despised from conception 'til end

Destined for a demise, survived lives of staying high
Conning, jewelry pawning, arrests,
Womanizing, for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head left for
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, slowed and
Lips twitched with caked up codeine and mouth corners

One December Mr. Hide and false friend
final ride to suburban supplier
Shots were fired by the gray man shaky hand
But not enough to miss hit, lost boy in back
So called runs for door, leaves first son blood born
Lying alone in blood on floor
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 absolved by
As they clung to each other,