Return to Innocence Lost

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The Roots

The Roots are an American Grammy Award-winning hip hop/neo soul band formed in 1987 by Tariq "Black Thought" Trotter and Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They are known for a jazzy, eclectic approach to hip hop which includes live instrumentals.Malik B., Leonard "Hub" Hubbard, and Josh Abrams were added to the band, originally called The Square Roots. more »

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2003

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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 f*ck 
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 

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 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 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 
Cause 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 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 cause 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

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