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The Return To Innocence Lost - текст песни



The Return To Innocence Lost


Muffled sound of fist on flesh


Blows to chest


No breath


Air gasps


You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!


With each hit, each kick, each...broken rib


Crack, Crack!


Bones are crying


Mommy's crying and bleeding


And pleading


And then...


Daddy wants to fuck


Dick hard, swelled with power rush


And as if all that wasn't enough


Mommy's seven months heavy with birth


As...Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear








First...lullaby


First...Son...will...ever...hear


And never forget





Mommy almost bled to death when she have him...finally


She'd already lost...three


Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak


From being daily beat


And Friday nights were the worse and...


Daddy never came with flowers


Instead he spent hours at some corner spot


With some bar pop named Cookie


Putting his thing down


Soiling Mommy's sheets with...


Sweet...talk shit,


Cookie's cheap lipstick,


Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice





To hell with the good news that...


He was a father for the first time


His thirst for wine and women


Clouded his vision...


No warm welcome for mother and son


Just...


The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum


But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense


She...burned the dirty linens


Made a fresh bed


Laid sleeping First Son down


And never made a sound


As she purged her scourge


With birth-blood and quiet tears


Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice


Lie there in his soft skin and new life


Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye


Mommy's little survivor


Like...her





Mommy called crazy and scorned


'Cuz she two more born


One boy soon after


The girl much later and...


Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate


Her...First Son, the first one


Whose...womb-world was profaned


Came of age playing street games


With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother


'Till his heart start to wither


In pain and shame


Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her


And him...


Let...sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander


Found out amongst thieves


Chose to squander his dreams


Stopped believing in himself


Become prodigal with his life


Make impossible shit right with...


Gang-ties, crime, lies


Erase wise, woeful words of Mother


Replaced them with absurdities of others


Who had also lost their way





Played a different kind of street game now


First Son plunged deep


Speak street-family vows


Espouse no causes but his own


See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp


Or...protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath


Couldn't shield her ears from...


Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers


His only defense-served be confidence


Brown bottles housed his swift descent


Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans


Now...Daddy and him twins in addiction


Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends


By liquefied demons


Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End


Destined for a demise


Survived nine lives of staying high


Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft


Womanizing...only for money, never for sex


Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head


Left for dead


So, eyes wide and glassy


Speech...slowed and slurred


Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy


And mouth corners one December 24th


Mr. Hide and False Friend


Took final ride to suburban supplier


Shots were fired by the gray man


With shaky hand


But not shaky enough to miss...


Hit...Lost Boy in back


So-called Friend runs for door


Leaves First Son blood-born


Lying alone in blood on cold floor





Death was the cause of...


Returning to Innocence Lost...





Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn


To Mommy's sobs and shakes


Daddy's silhouettes of regret


All past, omitted, and absolved by lost


As they clung to each other


Knowing...



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