Lyrics The Return To Innocence Lost (feat. Ursula Rucker).lrc The Roots
[id: pshjmasv]
[ar: The Roots]
[al: Things Fall Apart]
[ti: The Return To Innocence Lost (feat. Ursula Rucker)]
[length: 05:41]
[00:30.58]Muffled sound of fist on flesh
[00:32.87]Blows to chest
[00:33.89]No breath
[00:34.41]Air gasps
[00:36.01]You ain’t nothing but white trash, bitch!
[00:38.23]With each hit, each kick, each broken rib
[00:40.39]Crack, crack!
[00:41.46]Bones are crying
[00:42.92]Mommy’s crying and bleeding
[00:44.63]And pleading
[00:45.55]And then
[00:46.20]Daddy wants to fuck
[00:47.81]Dick hard, swelled with power rush
[00:50.54]And as if all that wasn’t enough
[00:52.40]Mommy’s seven months heavy with birth
[00:54.74]As daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear
[01:01.72]First lullaby
[01:03.37]First son will ever hear
[01:07.11]And never forget
[01:15.63]Mommy almost bled to death when she have him finally
[01:19.52]She’d already lost three
[01:21.43]Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak
[01:23.71]From being daily beat
[01:25.14]And Friday nights were the worse and
[01:26.98]Daddy never came with flowers
[01:29.70]Instead he spent hours at some corner spot
[01:32.48]With some bar pop named Cookie
[01:34.48]Putting his thing down
[01:35.65]Soiling Mommy’s sheets with
[01:37.24]Sweet talk shit
[01:39.09]Cookie’s cheap lipstick
[01:40.44]Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice
[01:42.31]To hell with the good news that
[01:44.59]He was a father for the first time
[01:47.05]His thirst for wine and women
[01:48.42]Clouded his vision
[01:50.42]No warm welcome for mother and son
[01:53.44]Just
[01:54.08]The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
[01:56.94]But Mommy’s prayerful strength-her best defense
[01:59.38]She burned the dirty linens
[02:01.24]Made a fresh bed
[02:02.74]Laid sleeping First son down
[02:05.49]And never made a sound
[02:07.39]As she purged her scourge
[02:08.65]With birth-blood and quiet tears
[02:11.15]Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice
[02:14.42]Lie there in his soft skin and new life
[02:17.53]Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God’s eye
[02:20.67]Mommy’s little survivor
[02:22.36]Like her
[02:24.35]Mommy called crazy and scorned
[02:27.10]’Cuz she two more born
[02:28.86]One boy soon after
[02:30.11]The girl much later and
[02:31.49]Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate
[02:34.56]Her first son, the first one
[02:36.98]Whose womb-world was profaned
[02:39.98]Came of age playing street games
[02:42.02]With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother
[02:44.82]’Till his heart start to wither
[02:46.57]In pain and shame
[02:48.46]Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her
[02:52.24]And him
[02:53.16]Let sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander
[02:56.01]Found out amongst thieves
[02:57.96]Chose to squander his dreams
[03:00.48]Stopped believing in himself
[03:02.66]Become prodigal with his life
[03:05.25]Make impossible shit right with
[03:07.33]Gang-ties, crime, lies
[03:09.24]Erase wise, woeful words of Mother
[03:12.50]Replaced them with absurdities of others
[03:15.48]Who had also lost their way
[03:19.64]Played a different kind of street game now
[03:21.79]First Son plunged deep
[03:23.23]Speak street-family vows
[03:25.48]Espouse no causes but his own
[03:27.41]See, he couldn’t protect Mommy’s neck from Daddy’s grasp
[03:30.76]Or protect Mommy’s ass from Daddy’s wrath
[03:33.75]Couldn’t shield her ears from
[03:35.36]Daddy’s foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers
[03:38.82]His only defense-served be confidence
[03:41.85]Brown bottles housed his swift descent
[03:45.53]Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans
[03:49.62]Now Daddy and him twins in addiction
[03:52.94]Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends
[03:55.70]By liquefied demons
[03:58.80]Had become what he despised from Conception ’til End
[04:02.61]Destined for a demise
[04:04.92]Survived nine lives of staying high
[04:08.53]Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft
[04:11.59]Womanizing only for money, never for sex
[04:15.08]Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head
[04:17.77]Left for dead
[04:19.45]So, eyes wide and glassy
[04:22.10]Speech slowed and slurred
[04:24.33]Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy
[04:27.14]And mouth corners one December 24th
[04:30.06]Mr. Hide and false friend
[04:33.19]Took final ride to suburban supplier
[04:36.68]Shots were fired by the gray man
[04:38.60]With shaky hand
[04:40.39]But not shaky enough to miss
[04:42.36]Hit lost Boy in back
[04:44.25]So-called Friend runs for door
[04:46.99]Leaves First Son blood-born
[04:49.39]Lying alone in blood on cold floor
[04:53.23]Death was the cost of
[04:55.20]Returning to Innocence lost
[04:59.66]Baby sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn
[05:06.49]To Mommy’s sobs and shakes
[05:08.98]Daddy’s silhouettes of regret
[05:10.69]All past, omitted, and absolved by lost
[05:14.74]As they clung to each other
[05:16.50]Knowing
[05:19.82]Year of Release: 1999