Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled sound of on flesh
Blows to chest, no breath, air
You ain't nothing but trash, bitch
With each hit, each kick, broken rib
Crack, crack, are crying
crying and bleeding and pleading

And then, wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with rush
And as if all wasn't enough
Mommy's seven heavy with birth
As daddy grunts and cursed drunk in her bloodied ear

lullaby
First son will ever
And never

Mommy almost bled to when she have him, finally
already lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak from being beat
And Friday nights the worse
And daddy came with flowers

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

To hell with the good 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 smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But mommy's prayerful strength, her defense
She burned the linens, made a fresh bed

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

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

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

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

His only defense, served to be
Brown bottles housed his descent
Phones called cops on block frequent for his
Now, and him twins in addiction
to false hearted heavens and friends by liquefied demons
Had what he despised from 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, eyes wide and glassy, speech, and slurred
Lips twitched with caked up candy and mouth corners

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

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