Roots - Return To Innocence Lost Lyrics
(ursula rucker)Muffled sound of fist on fleshBlows to chestNo breathAir gaspsYou aint nothing but white trash, *****!With each hit, each kick, each...broken ribCrack, crack!Bones are cryingMommys crying and bleedingAnd pleadingAnd then...Daddy wants to *****Dick hard, swelled with power rushAnd as if all that wasnt enoughMommys seven months heavy with birthAs...daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear(singing softly)First...lullabyFirst...son...will...ever...hearAnd never forgetMommy almost bled to death when she have him...finallyShed already lost...threeUterus-bruised, shredded, and weak>from being daily beatAnd friday nights were the worse and...Daddy never came with flowersInstead he spent hours at some corner spotWith some bar pop named cookiePutting his thing downSoiling mommys sheets with...Sweet...talk shit,Cookies cheap lipstick,Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juiceTo hell with the good news that...He was a father for the first timeHis thirst for wine and womenClouded his vision...No warm welcome for mother and sonJust...The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cumBut mommys prayerful strength-her best defenseShe...burned the dirty linensMade a fresh bedLaid sleeping first son downAnd never made a soundAs she purged her scourgeWith birth-blood and quiet tearsWatching as her fears and love and sacrificeLie there in his soft skin and new lifeBreathing, dreaming, fresh from gods eyeMommys little survivorLike...herMommy called crazy and scornedcuz she two more bornOne boy soon afterThe girl much later and...Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hateHer...first son, the first oneWhose...womb-world was profanedCame of age playing street gamesWith stewie, rezzie, and little brothertill his heart start to witherIn pain and shameBlamed mom for the wrong she let daddy do to herAnd him...Let...sins of the father cause his innocence to wanderFound out amongst thievesChose to squander his dreamsStopped believing in himselfBecome prodigal with his lifeMake impossible shit right with...Gang-ties, crime, liesErase wise, woeful words of motherReplaced them with absurdities of othersWho had also lost their wayPlayed a different kind of street game nowFirst son plunged deepSpeak street-family vowsEspouse no causes but his ownSee, he couldnt protect mommys neck from daddys graspOr...protect mommys ass from daddys wrathCouldnt shield her ears from...Daddys foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeersHis only defense-served be confidenceBrown bottles housed his swift descentPhones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigansNow...daddy and him twins in addictionDriven to false-hearted heavens and friendsBy liquefied demonsHad become what he despised from conception til endDestined for a demiseSurvived nine lives of staying highConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theftWomanizing...only for money, never for sexBullet in chest, baseball bat to the headLeft for deadSo, eyes wide and glassySpeech...slowed and slurredLips twitched with caked-up codeine candyAnd mouth corners one december 24thMr. hide and false friendTook final ride to suburban supplierShots were fired by the gray manWith shaky handBut not shaky enough to miss...Hit...lost boy in backSo-called friend runs for doorLeaves first son blood-bornLying alone in blood on cold floorDeath was the cause of...Returning to innocence lost...Baby sis awake for dawn on christmas mornTo mommys sobs and shakesDaddys silhouettes of regretAll past, omitted, and absolved by lostAs they clung to each otherKnowing...
