Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

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

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

lullaby
First son will hear
And forget

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

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

To hell with the good news he was a father for the first time
His thirst for and women clouded his vision
No welcome for mother and son
the rank smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But mommy's strength, her best defense
She burned the linens, made a fresh bed

Laid sleeping son down and never made a sound
As she purged her scourge with birth and quiet tears
Watching as her fears and love and
Lie there in his soft and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh God's eye
little survivor like her

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

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

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

His only defense, served to be
bottles housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on block frequent for his
Now, daddy and him twins in
Driven to false hearted and friends by liquefied demons
Had become he despised from conception 'til end

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

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

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