Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

lullaby
First son will ever
And never

Mommy almost bled to death when she have him,
She'd lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and from being daily beat
And Friday were the worse
And daddy never came with

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

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

Laid sleeping first son and never made a sound
As she her scourge 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
Although they were both sung the lullabies of hate
Her first son, the first one, whose womb world was
Came of age playing street games with Stevie, Rezzie, and little
'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 chose to squander his
Stopped believing in himself, become prodigal his life
Make impossible shit with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, words of mother
Replaced with absurdities of others who had also lost their way

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

His defense, served to be confidence
bottles housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on frequent for his shenanigans
Now, daddy and him in addiction
Driven to false heavens and friends by liquefied demons
Had become he despised from conception 'til 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 for dead
So, eyes and glassy, speech, slowed and slurred
Lips twitched with caked up codeine and mouth corners

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

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