Roots - Return To Innocence Lost lyrics

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(Ursula Rucker)<br />

Muffled sound of fist on flesh<br />

Blows to chest<br />

No breath<br />

Air gasps<br />

You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!<br />

With each hit, each kick, each...broken rib<br />

Crack, Crack!<br />

Bones are crying<br />

Mommy's crying and bleeding<br />

And pleading<br />

And then...<br />

Daddy wants to fuck<br />

Dick hard, swelled with power rush<br />

And as if all that wasn't enough<br />

Mommy's seven months heavy with birth<br />

As...Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear<br />

<br />

(singing softly)<br />

First...lullaby<br />

First...Son...will...ever...hear<br />

And never forget<br />

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Mommy almost bled to death when she have him...finally<br />

She'd already lost...three <br />

Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak<br />

>From being daily beat<br />

And Friday nights were the worse and...<br />

Daddy never came with flowers<br />

Instead he spent hours at some corner spot<br />

With some bar pop named Cookie<br />

Putting his thing down<br />

Soiling Mommy's sheets with...<br />

Sweet...talk shit, <br />

Cookie's cheap lipstick, <br />

Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice<br />

<br />

To hell with the good news that...<br />

He was a father for the first time<br />

His thirst for wine and women<br />

Clouded his vision...<br />

No warm welcome for mother and son<br />

Just...<br />

The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum<br />

But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense<br />

She...burned the dirty linens<br />

Made a fresh bed<br />

Laid sleeping First Son down<br />

And never made a sound<br />

As she purged her scourge<br />

With birth-blood and quiet tears<br />

Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice<br />

Lie there in his soft skin and new life<br />

Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye<br />

Mommy's little survivor<br />

Like...her<br />

<br />

Mommy called crazy and scorned<br />

''cause she two more born<br />

One boy soon after<br />

The girl much later and...<br />

Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate <br />

Her...First Son, the first one<br />

Whose...womb-world was profaned<br />

Came of age playing street games<br />

With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother<br />

'Till his heart start to wither<br />

In pain and shame<br />

Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her<br />

And him...<br />

Let...sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander<br />

Found out amongst thieves <br />

Chose to squander his dreams<br />

Stopped believing in himself<br />

Become prodigal with his life<br />

Make impossible shit right with...<br />

Gang-ties, crime, lies<br />

Erase wise, woeful words of Mother<br />

Replaced them with absurdities of others<br />

Who had also lost their way<br />

<br />

Played a different kind of street game now<br />

First Son plunged deep<br />

Speak street-family vows<br />

Espouse no causes but his own<br />

See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp<br />

Or...protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath<br />

Couldn't shield her ears from...<br />

Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers<br />

His only defense-served be confidence<br />

Brown bottles housed his swift descent<br />

Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans<br />

Now...Daddy and him twins in addiction<br />

Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends<br />

By liquefied demons<br />

Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End<br />

Destined for a demise<br />

Survived nine lives of staying high<br />

Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft<br />

Womanizing...only for money, never for sex<br />

Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head<br />

Left for dead<br />

So, eyes wide and glassy<br />

Speech...slowed and slurred<br />

Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy<br />

And mouth corners one December 24th<br />

Mr. Hide and False Friend<br />

Took final ride to suburban supplier<br />

Shots were fired by the gray man<br />

With shaky hand<br />

But not shaky enough to miss...<br />

Hit...Lost Boy in back<br />

So-called Friend runs for door<br />

Leaves First Son blood-born<br />

Lying alone in blood on cold floor<br />

<br />

Death was the cause of...<br />

Returning to Innocence Lost...<br />

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Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn<br />

To Mommy's sobs and shakes<br />

Daddy's silhouettes of regret<br />

All past, omitted, and absolved by lost<br />

As they clung to each other<br />

Knowing...