Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Return To Innocence Lost, artist - The Roots. Album song Things Fall Apart, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
The Return To Innocence Lost |
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 worst 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… |
Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate |
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 honor 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 cost 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… |