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The Roots F/ Ursula Rucker - Текст песни Return to innocence lost
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 (Ursula Rucker)
 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
 (singing softly)
 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...
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 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...














