Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled of fist on flesh
Blows to chest, no breath, air
You nothing but white trash, bitch
With each hit, each kick, broken rib
Crack, crack, are crying
crying and bleeding and pleading

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

lullaby
First son will ever
And forget

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

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

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

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

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

Blamed mom for the she let daddy do to her and him
Let sins of the cause his innocence to wander
Found out amongst thieves to squander his dreams
Stopped in himself, become prodigal with his life
Make impossible shit right with ties, crime, lies
wise, woeful words of mother
Replaced them with absurdities of others who had lost their way

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

His only defense, to be confidence
Brown housed his swift descent
Phones cops on block frequent for his shenanigans
Now, and him twins in addiction
Driven to false 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, only for money, for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, and slurred
Lips twitched with caked up codeine candy and mouth

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

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