Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

First
First son will ever
And forget

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

Instead he spent hours at some spot
With some bar pop Cookie
Putting his thing soiling mommy's sheets with
Sweet shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick
Hair grease, sperm, and juice

To hell with the good news that he was a father for the time
His thirst for wine and women his vision
No warm for mother and son
the rank 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 made a
As she purged her scourge with birth blood and quiet
as her fears and love and sacrifice
Lie there in his soft and new life
Breathing, dreaming, from God's eye
Mommy's little survivor her

Mommy called and scorned, 'cause 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 world was profaned
Came of age playing street games with Stevie, Rezzie, and brother
'Till his heart to wither in pain and shame

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

Played a different 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 grasp
Or protect mommy's ass from daddy's
Couldn't shield her ears from daddy's foul mouthed, liquor breath

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

Destined for a demise, survived nine of staying high
Conning, pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing, only for money, for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head left for
So, wide and glassy, speech, slowed and slurred
Lips twitched with caked up codeine candy and corners

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

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