Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled sound of on flesh
Blows to chest, no breath, air
You nothing but white trash, bitch
With each hit, 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 seven months heavy birth
As daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her ear

lullaby
First son ever hear
And never

Mommy almost bled to death when she him, finally
She'd already lost
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak from being beat
And Friday nights were the
And daddy came with flowers

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

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

Laid sleeping 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 God's eye
Mommy's little survivor her

Mommy called Crazy and scorned, she too more born
One boy soon after the girl much and
Although they were 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 wither in pain and

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

Played a different of street game now
First son plunged deep, speak street 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 from daddy's foul mouthed, liquor breath jeers

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

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

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

'sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn'
To sobs and shakes, daddy's silhouettes of regret
All past omitted and by lost
As clung to each other, knowing