Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

First
son will ever hear
And never

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

Instead he spent hours at some spot
With some bar pop named
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 thirst for wine and clouded his vision
No welcome for mother and son
Just the smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But prayerful strength, her best defense
She burned the dirty linens, a fresh bed

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

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

Blamed mom for the wrong she let do to her and him
Let sins of the father his innocence to wander
Found out amongst chose to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself, become prodigal with his
Make impossible shit right with gang ties, crime,
Erase wise, words of mother
Replaced with absurdities of others who had also lost their way

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

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

Destined for a demise, survived nine lives of high
Conning, pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing, for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, and slurred
Lips with caked up codeine candy and mouth corners

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

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