Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled sound of fist on
to chest, no breath, air gasps
You nothing but white trash, bitch
With hit, each kick, each broken rib
Crack, crack, bones are
Mommy's and bleeding and pleading

And then, daddy wants to
hard, swelled with power rush
And as if all that enough
Mommy's seven months with birth
As daddy and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear

First
son will ever hear
And never

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

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

To with the good news that he was a father for the first time
His thirst for and women clouded his vision
No warm for mother and son
Just the smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But prayerful strength, her best defense
She burned the dirty linens, a fresh bed

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

Mommy called Crazy and scorned, 'cause she too born
One boy soon after the girl much and
Although they were both the same lullabies 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 and shame

Blamed mom for the wrong she let do to her and him
Let of the father 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
Erase wise, woeful words of
Replaced them with absurdities of 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 neck from daddy's grasp
Or protect ass from daddy's wrath
shield her ears from daddy's foul mouthed, liquor breath jeers

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

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

One December 24th Mr. Hide and false
Took final ride to suburban
Shots were fired by the gray man with hand
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 to innocence lost

Baby 'sis awake for 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