LRC歌词
Ursula rucker
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash
B***h
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 f**k
D**k 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
And Friday nights were the worse 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 s**t
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 a**-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 out amongst thieves
Chose to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself
Become prodigal with his life
Make impossible s**t 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 a*s 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 s*x
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
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash
B***h
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 f**k
D**k 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
And Friday nights were the worse 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 s**t
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 a**-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 out amongst thieves
Chose to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself
Become prodigal with his life
Make impossible s**t 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 a*s 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 s*x
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
文本歌词
Ursula ruckerMuffled sound of fist on fleshBlows to chestNo breathAir gaspsYou ain't nothing but white trashB***hWith each hitEach kickEachBroken ribCrackCrackBones are cryingMommy's crying and bleedingAnd pleadingAnd thenDaddy wants to f**kD**k hardSwelled with power rushAnd as if all that wasn't enoughMommy's seven months heavy with birthAsDaddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied earSinging softlyFirstLullabyFirstSonWillEverHearAnd never forgetMommy almost bled to death when she have himFinallyShe'd already lostThreeUterus bruisedShreddedAnd weakAnd Friday nights were the worse andDaddy never came with flowersInstead he spent hours at some corner spotWith some bar pop named cookiePutting his thing downSoiling mommy's sheets withSweetTalk s**tCookie's cheap lipstickHair greaseSpermAnd jezebel juiceTo hell with the good news thatHe was a father for the first timeHis thirst for wine and womenClouded his visionNo warm welcome for mother and sonJustThe rank smell of a**-crackFunkAnd cumBut mommy's prayerful strength her best defenseSheBurned the dirty linensMade a fresh bedLaid sleeping first son downAnd never made a soundAs she purged her scourgeWith birth blood and quiet tearsWatching as her fears and love and sacrificeLie there in his soft skin and new lifeBreathingDreamingFresh from god's eyeMommy's little survivorLikeHerMommy called crazy and scorned'Cuz she two more bornOne boy soon afterThe girl much later andAlthough they were both sung the same lullabies of hateHerFirst sonThe first oneWhoseWomb world was profanedCame of age playing street gamesWith stewieRezzieAnd little brother'Till his heart start to witherIn pain and shameBlamed mom for the wrong she let daddy do to herAnd himLetSins of the father cause his innocence to wanderFound out amongst thievesChose to squander his dreamsStopped believing in himselfBecome prodigal with his lifeMake impossible s**t right withGang tiesCrimeLiesErase wiseWoeful words of motherReplaced them with absurdities of othersWho had also lost their wayPlayed a different kind of street game nowFirst son plunged deepSpeak street family vowsEspouse no causes but his ownSeeHe couldn't protect mommy's neck from daddy's graspOrProtect mommy's a*s from daddy's wrathCouldn't shield her ears fromDaddy's foul mouthedLiquor breath jeersHis only defense served be confidenceBrown bottles housed his swift descentPhones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigansNowDaddy and him twins in addictionDriven to false hearted heavens and friendsBy liquefied demonsHad become what he despised from conception 'til endDestined for a demiseSurvived nine lives of staying highConningJewelry pawningArrestsTheftWomanizingOnly for moneyNever for s*xBullet in chestBaseball bat to the headLeft for deadSoEyes wide and glassySpeechSlowed and slurredLips twitched with caked up codeine candyAnd mouth corners one December 24thMrHide and false friendTook final ride to suburban supplierShots were fired by the gray manWith shaky handBut not shaky enough to missHitLost boy in backSo called friend runs for doorLeaves first son blood bornLying alone in blood on cold floorDeath was the cost ofReturning to innocence lostBaby 'sis awake for dawn on christmas mornTo mommy's sobs and shakesDaddy's silhouettes of regretAll pastOmittedAnd absolved by lostAs they clung to each otherKnowing
