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
each hit, each kick, each broken rib
Crack, crack, bones are
Mommy's and bleeding and pleading

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

First
First son ever hear
And never

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

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

To hell with the news that he was a father for the first 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 the dirty linens, made a fresh bed

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

Mommy called Crazy and scorned, 'cause she too born
One boy soon after the much later and
Although they 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 brother
'Till his heart to wither in pain and shame

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

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

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

Destined for a demise, survived lives of staying high
Conning, jewelry pawning, arrests,
Womanizing, only for money, for sex
Bullet in chest, bat to the head left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, slowed and
Lips twitched caked up codeine candy and mouth corners

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

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