The return to innocence lost

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Intro 1]
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[Ebm][Daug][Dm]
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[Verse 1]
Muffled [Dm]sound of [Am]fist on flesh
Blows to [Dm]chest
No breath
Air gasps
[F]You ain[Dm]'t nothing but white trash, bitch!
With [Ebm]each hit, each [Dm]kick, each,
broken rib
Crack, crack!
Bones are crying
[Am]Mommy's crying and bleeding
And [Dm]pleading
And then
Daddy wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with power rush
And as if all that was
[Ebm]n't enough
[Dm]Mommy's seven
months heavy with birth
As, Daddy [Am]grunts and cursed drunk nothings
in her bloodied ear

[Verse 2]
[Am]First, lullaby
First, son, will, ever, hear
And never [F]forget[Dm]
[C]
[F]Mommy almost bled to [Dm]death when she have him, finally

[Verse 3]
[Dm]
She'd already lost, three
[G]Uterus- bruised,
[F]shredded, and weak
From being [Am]daily beat
And Friday [Dm]nights were the
worse and
Daddy never came [F]with flowers
[Dm]Instead he [F]spent hours at
[Dm]some corner spot
With some bar pop named Cookie
Putting his thing [G]down
Soiling [F]Mommy's sheets with
Sweet, [Am]talk shit,
Cookie's cheap [Dm]lip stick,
Hair grease, sperm, and Jeze[Gsus4]bel juice
[F]To hell with the good news tha[Dm]t

[Verse 4]
He was a father for the first time
His thirst for wine and women
[G]Clouded his vision[F]
No warm welcome for [Am]mother and son
Just
The [Dm]rank smell of ass- crack, funk,
and [Gsus4]cum
[G]But Mom[F]my's prayerful
strength- her best de[Dm]fense
She, burned the dirty linens
Made a fresh bed
[G]Laid sleeping First Son [F]down
And nev[Dm]er made a sound
[Am]As she purged her scou[Dm]rge
With birth- blood and quiet [F]tears
Watching as her fears an
[Dm]d love and sacrifice
Lie there in his soft skin and [G]new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh
from [F]God's eye
[Am]Mommy's little survivor
[Dm]Like, her
[Gsus4]Mommy called crazy and scorn[Dm]ed

[Verse 5]
Cause she two more born
[Dm]
One boy soon after
The girl much [G]later and
[F]Although they were both sung the same
lullabies of hate
[Am]Her, First Son,
the [Dm]first one
Whose, womb- world [F]was profaned
[Dm]Came of age playing street games
With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little
Brother
'Till his heart [G]start to wither
[F]In pain [Dm]and shame
[Am]Blamed Mom for the w[Dm]rong she
let Daddy do to her
And him
[Gsus4]Let, sins of[F] the Father caus[Dm]e his
innocence to wander
Found out amongst thieves
Chose to [G]squander his dreams
Stopped [Dm]believing in himself
[Am]Become prodigal with his [Dm]life
Make impossible [Gsus4]shit right with
Gang- ties, [F]crime, [Dm]lies
Erase [Am]wise, woeful words of
[Dm]Mother
Replaced them with [G]absurdities [C]of others
[F]Who had also lost their [Am]way
[Dm]Played a different kind of stree[F]t game now[C]

[Verse 6]
[F]First Son
plunged deep
Speak street- [Dm]family vows
Espouse no causes but his own
See, he couldn't [G]protect Mommy's
[F]neck from Daddy's grasp
[Dm]Or, [Am]protect Mommy's ass
from Daddy's wrath
[Dm]Couldn't shield her ears from
[C]Daddy's foul- mouthed,
liquor- [F]breath jeers
[Dm]His only defense[Am]- served
be [Dm]confidence
Brown [C]bottles housed his swift [F]descent
Phones [Am]called cops on block frequent
[Dm]for his shenanigans
Now, [G]Daddy and [C]him twins [F]in addiction
Driven to [Dm]false- hearted
heavens and friends
By li[G]quefied demons
[F]Had become what he [Dm]des
pised from con[Am]ception 'til end
[Dm]Destined for a demise
[F]Survived nine lives of staying high
[Dm]Conning, jewelry- [Am]pawning,
[Dm]arrests, theft
[Am]Womanizing, only for [F]money, never for sex
[Dm]Bullet in ches[Am]t, baseball bat to the head
[Dm]Left [F]for dead
[C]So, eyes wide and [F]glassy
Speech, [Dm]slowed [Am]and slurred
[Dm]Lips twitched with caked-
up codeine [G]candy
And [C]mouth corners
[F]one December [Am]24th
Mr. Hide and [Dm]False Friend
Took final [C]ride to sub[F]urban supplier
Shots were [Dm]fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to [G]miss
[Am]Hit, Lost Boy in back
So- called Friend runs for [Dm]door
Leaves First Son [F]blood- born
Lying alone in blood on cold [Dm]floor
[Am]Death was the [Dm]cause of Re

[Verse 7]
[G]
turning [F]to Innocence
[Am]Lost[Dm]

[Verse 8]
Baby 'S[C]is awake [Am]for dawn on
Christmas morn
To Mommy's sobs and [Dm]shakes
[Am]Daddy's sil[Dm]houettes of regret
[Am]All past[Dm], omitted, and a[Am]bsolved by l[Dm]ost
As they clung [Dm]to each other

[Outro 1]
Knowing
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