The return to innocence lost chords by The Roots
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Muffled sound of fist on flesh
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Blows to chest
No breath
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
Crack, crack!
Bones are crying
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Mommy's crying and bleeding
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And pleading
And then
Daddy wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with power rush
And as if all that was
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n'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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Verse 2
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First, lullaby
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
Verse 3
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She'd already lost, three
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Uterus- bruised,
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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
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some corner spot
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 lip stick,
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Hair grease, sperm, and Jezebel juice
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To hell with the good news that
Verse 4
He was a father for the first time
His thirst for wine and women
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Clouded his vision
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No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
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The rank smell of ass- crack, funk,
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and cum
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But Mommy's prayerful
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strength- her best defense
She, burned the dirty linens
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
Watching as her fears an
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d love and sacrifice
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Lie there in his soft skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh
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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
Verse 5
Cause 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,
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the first one
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Whose, womb- world was profaned
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Came of age playing street games
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
And him
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Let, sins of the Father cause his
innocence to wander
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
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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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F
C
Played a different kind of street game now
Verse 6
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First Son
plunged deep
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Speak street- family vows
Espouse no causes but his own
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See, he couldn't protect Mommy's
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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,
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liquor- breath jeers
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His only defense- served
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be confidence
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Brown bottles housed his swift descent
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Phones called cops on block frequent
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for his shenanigans
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C
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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 des
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pised 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,
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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-
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up codeine candy
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And mouth corners
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Am
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
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 Re
Verse 7
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turning to Innocence
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Lost
Verse 8
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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
Outro 1
Knowing
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The return to innocence lost
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