(feat. Ursula Rucker)    [Ursula Rucker]  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 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  '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 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...