Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled of fist on flesh
to chest, no breath, air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash,
With hit, each kick, each broken rib
Crack, crack, bones are
Mommy's crying and bleeding and

And then, daddy to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with power
And as if all that enough
seven months heavy with birth
As daddy and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear

First
son will ever hear
And forget

Mommy almost bled to death when she him, finally
already lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and from being daily beat
And Friday nights the worse
And daddy never came with

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

To hell with the good news he was a father for the first time
His for wine and women clouded his vision
No welcome for mother and son
Just the rank of ass crack, funk, and cum
But mommy's strength, her best defense
She the dirty linens, made a fresh 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 in his soft skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh God's eye
Mommy's little like her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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