*featuring Ursula Rucker
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[Ursula Rucker]
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Muffled sound of fist on flesh
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Blows to chest
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No breath
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Air gasps
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You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
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With each hit, each kick, each...broken rib
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Crack, Crack!
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Bones are crying
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Mommy's crying and bleeding
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And pleading
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And then...
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Daddy wants to fuck
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Dick hard, swelled with power rush
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And as if all that wasn't enough
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Mommy's seven months heavy with birth
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As...Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear
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[singing softly]
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First...lullaby
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First...Son...will...ever...hear
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And never forget
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Mommy almost bled to death when she have him...finally
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She'd already lost...three
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Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak
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From being daily beat
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And Friday nights were the worse and...
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Daddy never came with flowers
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Instead he spent hours at some corner spot
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With some bar pop named Cookie
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Putting his thing down
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Soiling Mommy's sheets with...
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Sweet...talk shit,
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Cookie's cheap lipstick,
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Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice
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To hell with the good news that...
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He was a father for the first time
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His thirst for wine and women
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Clouded his vision...
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No warm welcome for mother and son
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Just...
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The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
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But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
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She...burned the dirty linens
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Made a fresh bed
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Laid sleeping First Son down
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And never made a sound
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As she purged her scourge
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With birth-blood and quiet tears
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Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice
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Lie there in his soft skin and new life
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Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye
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Mommy's little survivor
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Like...her
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Mommy called crazy and scorned
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'Cuz she two more born
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One boy soon after
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The girl much later and...
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Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate
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Her...First Son, the first one
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Whose...womb-world was profaned
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Came of age playing street games
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With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother
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'Till his heart start to wither
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In pain and shame
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Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her
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And him...
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Let...sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander
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Found out amongst thieves
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Chose to squander his dreams
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Stopped believing in himself
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Become prodigal with his life
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Make impossible shit right with...
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Gang-ties, crime, lies
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Erase wise, woeful words of Mother
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Replaced them with absurdities of others
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Who had also lost their way
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Played a different kind of street game now
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First Son plunged deep
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Speak street-family vows
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Espouse no causes but his own
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See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp
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Or...protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath
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Couldn't shield her ears from...
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Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers
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His only defense-served be confidence
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Brown bottles housed his swift descent
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Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans
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Now...Daddy and him twins in addiction
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Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends
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By liquefied demons
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Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End
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Destined for a demise
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Survived nine lives of staying high
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Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft
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Womanizing...only for money, never for sex
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Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head
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Left for dead
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So, eyes wide and glassy
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Speech...slowed and slurred
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Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy
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And mouth corners one December 24th
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Mr. Hide and False Friend
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Took final ride to suburban supplier
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Shots were fired by the gray man
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With shaky hand
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But not shaky enough to miss...
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Hit...Lost Boy in back
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So-called Friend runs for door
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Leaves First Son blood-born
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Lying alone in blood on cold floor
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Death was the cause of...
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Returning to Innocence Lost...
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Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn
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To Mommy's sobs and shakes
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Daddy's silhouettes of regret
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All past, omitted, and absolved by lost
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As they clung to each other
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Knowing...
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The Return To Innocence Lost
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| The Roots |
