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Daddy and him twins in addiction\nDriven to false-hearted heavens and friends\nBy liquefied demons\nHad become what he despised from Conception 'til End\nDestined for a demise\nSurvived nine lives of staying high\nConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\nWomanizing... only for money, never for sex\nBullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\nLeft for dead\nSo, eyes wide and glassy\nSpeech... slowed and slurred\nLips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\nAnd mouth corners one December 24th\nMr. Hide and False Friend\nTook final ride to suburban supplier\nShots were fired by the gray man\nWith shaky hand\nBut not shaky enough to miss...\nHit... 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Lost Boy in back\n  So-called Friend runs for door\n  Leaves First Son blood-born\n  Lying alone in blood on cold floor\n\n  Death was the cost of...\n  Returning to Innocence Lost...\n\n  Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn\n  To Mommy's sobs and shakes\n  Daddy's silhouettes of regret\n  All past, omitted, and absolved by lost\n  As they clung to each other\n  Knowing...\n"},{"id":30129036,"name":"The Return To Innocence Lost","trackName":"The Return To Innocence Lost","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Things Fall Apart","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Ursula Rucker)\nMuffled sound of fist on flesh\nBlows to chest\nNo breath\nAir gasps\nYou ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!\nWith each hit, each kick, each... broken rib\nCrack, Crack!\nBones are crying\nMommy's crying and bleeding\nAnd pleading\nAnd then...\nDaddy wants to fuck\nDick hard, swelled with power rush\nAnd as if all that wasn't enough\nMommy's seven months heavy with birth\nAs... 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Daddy and him twins in addiction\nDriven to false-hearted heavens and friends\nBy liquefied demons\nHad become what he despised from Conception 'til End\nDestined for a demise\nSurvived nine lives of staying high\nConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\nWomanizing... only for money, never for sex\nBullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\nLeft for dead\nSo, eyes wide and glassy\nSpeech... slowed and slurred\nLips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\nAnd mouth corners one December 24th\nMr. Hide and False Friend\nTook final ride to suburban supplier\nShots were fired by the gray man\nWith shaky hand\nBut not shaky enough to miss...\nHit... 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Daddy and him twins in addiction\nDriven to false-hearted heavens and friends\nBy liquefied demons\nHad become what he despised from Conception 'til End\nDestined for a demise\nSurvived nine lives of staying high\nConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\nWomanizing... only for money, never for sex\nBullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\nLeft for dead\nSo, eyes wide and glassy\nSpeech... slowed and slurred\nLips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\nAnd mouth corners one December 24th\nMr. Hide and False Friend\nTook final ride to suburban supplier\nShots were fired by the gray man\nWith shaky hand\nBut not shaky enough to miss...\nHit... 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Daddy and him twins in addiction\nDriven to false-hearted heavens and friends\nBy liquefied demons\nHad become what he despised from Conception 'til End\nDestined for a demise\nSurvived nine lives of staying high\nConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\nWomanizing... only for money, never for sex\nBullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\nLeft for dead\nSo, eyes wide and glassy\nSpeech... slowed and slurred\nLips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\nAnd mouth corners one December 24th\nMr. Hide and False Friend\nTook final ride to suburban supplier\nShots were fired by the gray man\nWith shaky hand\nBut not shaky enough to miss...\nHit... 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Son... will... ever... hear\nAnd never forget\n\nMommy almost bled to death when she have him... finally\nShe'd already lost... three\nUterus-bruised, shredded, and weak\n>From being daily beat\nAnd Friday nights were the worse and...\nDaddy never came with flowers\nInstead he spent hours at some corner spot\nWith some bar pop named Cookie\nPutting his thing down\nSoiling Mommy's sheets with...\nSweet... talk shit,\nCookie's cheap lipstick,\nHair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice\n\nTo hell with the good news that...\nHe was a father for the first time\nHis thirst for wine and women\nClouded his vision...\nNo warm welcome for mother and son\nJust...\nThe rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum\nBut Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense\nShe... burned the dirty linens\nMade a fresh bed\nLaid sleeping First Son down\nAnd never made a sound\nAs she purged her scourge\nWith birth-blood and quiet tears\nWatching as her fears and love and sacrifice\nLie there in his soft skin and new life\nBreathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye\nMommy's little survivor\nLike... her\n\nMommy called crazy and scorned\n'Cuz she two more born\nOne boy soon after\nThe girl much later and...\nAlthough they were both sung the same lullabies of hate\nHer... 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Daddy and him twins in addiction\nDriven to false-hearted heavens and friends\nBy liquefied demons\nHad become what he despised from Conception 'til End\nDestined for a demise\nSurvived nine lives of staying high\nConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\nWomanizing... only for money, never for sex\nBullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\nLeft for dead\nSo, eyes wide and glassy\nSpeech... slowed and slurred\nLips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\nAnd mouth corners one December 24th\nMr. Hide and False Friend\nTook final ride to suburban supplier\nShots were fired by the gray man\nWith shaky hand\nBut not shaky enough to miss...\nHit... 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Daddy and him twins in addiction\n  Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends\n  By liquefied demons\n  Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End\n  Destined for a demise\n  Survived nine lives of staying high\n  Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\n  Womanizing... only for money, never for sex\n  Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\n  Left for dead\n  So, eyes wide and glassy\n  Speech... slowed and slurred\n  Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\n  And mouth corners one December 24th\n  Mr. Hide and False Friend\n  Took final ride to suburban supplier\n  Shots were fired by the gray man\n  With shaky hand\n  But not shaky enough to miss...\n  Hit... Lost Boy in back\n  So-called Friend runs for door\n  Leaves First Son blood-born\n  Lying alone in blood on cold floor\n\n  Death was the cost of...\n  Returning to Innocence Lost...\n\n  Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn\n  To Mommy's sobs and shakes\n  Daddy's silhouettes of regret\n  All past, omitted, and absolved by lost\n  As they clung to each other\n  Knowing...\n"},{"id":26493479,"name":"The Return To Innocence Lost","trackName":"The Return To Innocence Lost","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Things Fall Apart","duration":338.677551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Ursula Rucker)\nMuffled sound of fist on flesh\nBlows to chest\nNo breath\nAir gasps\nYou ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!\nWith each hit, each kick, each... broken rib\nCrack, Crack!\nBones are crying\nMommy's crying and bleeding\nAnd pleading\nAnd then...\nDaddy wants to fuck\nDick hard, swelled with power rush\nAnd as if all that wasn't enough\nMommy's seven months heavy with birth\nAs... 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Daddy and him twins in addiction\nDriven to false-hearted heavens and friends\nBy liquefied demons\nHad become what he despised from Conception 'til End\nDestined for a demise\nSurvived nine lives of staying high\nConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\nWomanizing... only for money, never for sex\nBullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\nLeft for dead\nSo, eyes wide and glassy\nSpeech... slowed and slurred\nLips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\nAnd mouth corners one December 24th\nMr. Hide and False Friend\nTook final ride to suburban supplier\nShots were fired by the gray man\nWith shaky hand\nBut not shaky enough to miss...\nHit... 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First Son, the first one\n[02:37.76] Whose... womb-world was profaned\n[02:39.59] Came of age playing street games\n[02:42.57] With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother\n[02:45.25] 'Till his heart start to wither\n[02:46.98] In pain and shame\n[02:48.54] Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her\n[02:52.42] And him...\n[02:53.62] Let... sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander\n[02:56.58] Found out amongst thieves\n[02:58.97] Chose to squander his dreams\n[03:01.14] Stopped believing in himself\n[03:03.66] Become prodigal with his life\n[03:05.75] Make impossible shit right with...\n[03:07.64] Gang-ties, crime, lies\n[03:10.20] Erase wise, woeful words of Mother\n[03:13.16] Replaced them with absurdities of others\n[03:16.51] Who had also lost their way\n[03:20.07] Played a different kind of street game now\n[03:22.13] First Son plunged deep\n[03:23.68] Speak street-family vows\n[03:25.81] Espouse no causes but his own\n[03:27.74] See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp\n[03:31.22] Or... protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath\n[03:33.91] Couldn't shield her ears from...\n[03:35.46] Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers\n[03:38.66] His only defense-served be confidence\n[03:41.65] Brown bottles housed his swift descent\n[03:46.21] Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans\n[03:49.97] Now... 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Daddy and him twins in addiction\nDriven to false-hearted heavens and friends\nBy liquefied demons\nHad become what he despised from Conception 'til End\nDestined for a demise\nSurvived nine lives of staying high\nConning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\nWomanizing... only for money, never for sex\nBullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\nLeft for dead\nSo, eyes wide and glassy\nSpeech... slowed and slurred\nLips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\nAnd mouth corners one December 24th\nMr. Hide and False Friend\nTook final ride to suburban supplier\nShots were fired by the gray man\nWith shaky hand\nBut not shaky enough to miss...\nHit... Lost Boy in back\nSo-called Friend runs for door\nLeaves First Son blood-born\nLying alone in blood on cold floor\n\nDeath was the cost of...\nReturning to Innocence Lost...\n\nBaby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn\nTo Mommy's sobs and shakes\nDaddy's silhouettes of regret\nAll past, omitted, and absolved by lost\nAs they clung to each other\nKnowing...","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.24](Ursula Rucker)\n[00:30.75]Muffled sound of fist on flesh\n[00:33.17]Blows to chest\n[00:34.17]No breath\n[00:35.04]Air gasps\n[00:36.37]You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!\n[00:38.57]With each hit, each kick, each... broken rib\n[00:41.28]Crack, Crack!\n[00:42.03]Bones are crying\n[00:43.53]Mommy's crying and bleeding\n[00:45.58]And pleading\n[00:46.46]And then...\n[00:47.22]Daddy wants to fuck\n[00:48.37]Dick hard, swelled with power rush\n[00:50.22]And as if all that wasn't enough\n[00:52.76]Mommy's seven months heavy with birth\n[00:55.10]As... 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121290\n- text: Made a fresh bed\n  start_ms: 121290\n  end_ms: 122720\n- text: Laid sleeping First son down\n  start_ms: 122720\n  end_ms: 125480\n- text: And never made a sound\n  start_ms: 125480\n  end_ms: 127380\n- text: As she purged her scourge\n  start_ms: 127380\n  end_ms: 128660\n- text: With birth-blood and quiet tears\n  start_ms: 128660\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 134440\n- text: Lie there in his soft skin and new life\n  start_ms: 134440\n  end_ms: 137540\n- text: Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye\n  start_ms: 137540\n  end_ms: 140680\n- text: Mommy's little survivor\n  start_ms: 140680\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: Like her\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 144390\n- text: Mommy called crazy and scorned\n  start_ms: 144390\n  end_ms: 147180\n- text: '''Cuz she two more born'\n  start_ms: 147180\n  end_ms: 148830\n- text: One boy soon after\n  start_ms: 148830\n  end_ms: 150160\n- text: The girl much later and\n  start_ms: 150160\n  end_ms: 151400\n- text: Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate\n  start_ms: 151400\n  end_ms: 154570\n- text: Her first son, the first one\n  start_ms: 154570\n  end_ms: 156990\n- text: Whose womb-world was profaned\n  start_ms: 156990\n  end_ms: 159920\n- text: Came of age playing street games\n  start_ms: 159920\n  end_ms: 162070\n- text: With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother\n  start_ms: 162070\n  end_ms: 164800\n- text: '''Till his heart start to wither'\n  start_ms: 164800\n  end_ms: 166550\n- text: In pain and shame\n  start_ms: 166550\n  end_ms: 168440\n- text: Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her\n  start_ms: 168440\n  end_ms: 172250\n- text: And him\n  start_ms: 172250\n  end_ms: 173170\n- text: Let sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander\n  start_ms: 173170\n  end_ms: 176070\n- text: Found out amongst thieves\n  start_ms: 176070\n  end_ms: 177940\n- text: Chose to squander his dreams\n  start_ms: 177940\n  end_ms: 180470\n- text: Stopped believing in himself\n  start_ms: 180470\n  end_ms: 182670\n- text: Become prodigal with his life\n  start_ms: 182670\n  end_ms: 185280\n- text: Make impossible shit right with\n  start_ms: 185280\n  end_ms: 187330\n- text: Gang-ties, crime, lies\n  start_ms: 187330\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Erase wise, woeful words of Mother\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 192580\n- text: Replaced them with absurdities of others\n  start_ms: 192580\n  end_ms: 195460\n- text: Who had also lost their way\n  start_ms: 195460\n  end_ms: 199620\n- text: Played a different kind of street game now\n  start_ms: 199620\n  end_ms: 201770\n- text: First Son plunged deep\n  start_ms: 201770\n  end_ms: 203220\n- text: Speak street-family vows\n  start_ms: 203220\n  end_ms: 205460\n- text: Espouse no causes but his own\n  start_ms: 205460\n  end_ms: 207400\n- text: See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp\n  start_ms: 207400\n  end_ms: 210770\n- text: Or protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath\n  start_ms: 210770\n  end_ms: 213730\n- text: Couldn't shield her ears from\n  start_ms: 213730\n  end_ms: 215360\n- text: Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers\n  start_ms: 215360\n  end_ms: 218860\n- text: His only defense-served be confidence\n  start_ms: 218860\n  end_ms: 221810\n- text: Brown bottles housed his swift descent\n  start_ms: 221810\n  end_ms: 225590\n- text: Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans\n  start_ms: 225590\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: Now Daddy and him twins in addiction\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 232920\n- text: Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends\n  start_ms: 232920\n  end_ms: 235770\n- text: By liquefied demons\n  start_ms: 235770\n  end_ms: 238820\n- text: Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End\n  start_ms: 238820\n  end_ms: 242630\n- text: Destined for a demise\n  start_ms: 242630\n  end_ms: 244940\n- text: Survived nine lives of staying high\n  start_ms: 244940\n  end_ms: 248530\n- text: Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\n  start_ms: 248530\n  end_ms: 251590\n- text: Womanizing only for money, never for sex\n  start_ms: 251590\n  end_ms: 255090\n- text: Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\n  start_ms: 255090\n  end_ms: 257790\n- text: Left for dead\n  start_ms: 257790\n  end_ms: 259460\n- text: So, eyes wide and glassy\n  start_ms: 259460\n  end_ms: 262160\n- text: Speech slowed and slurred\n  start_ms: 262160\n  end_ms: 264330\n- text: Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\n  start_ms: 264330\n  end_ms: 267140\n- text: And mouth corners one December 24th\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 270040\n- text: Mr. Hide and false friend\n  start_ms: 270040\n  end_ms: 273120\n- text: Took final ride to suburban supplier\n  start_ms: 273120\n  end_ms: 276670\n- text: Shots were fired by the gray man\n  start_ms: 276670\n  end_ms: 278680\n- text: With shaky hand\n  start_ms: 278680\n  end_ms: 280300\n- text: But not shaky enough to miss\n  start_ms: 280300\n  end_ms: 282340\n- text: Hit lost Boy in back\n  start_ms: 282340\n  end_ms: 284200\n- text: So-called Friend runs for door\n  start_ms: 284200\n  end_ms: 286970\n- text: Leaves First Son blood-born\n  start_ms: 286970\n  end_ms: 289360\n- text: Lying alone in blood on cold floor\n  start_ms: 289360\n  end_ms: 293270\n- text: Death was the cost of\n  start_ms: 293270\n  end_ms: 295270\n- text: Returning to Innocence lost\n  start_ms: 295270\n  end_ms: 299630\n- text: Baby sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn\n  start_ms: 299630\n  end_ms: 306400\n- text: To Mommy's sobs and shakes\n  start_ms: 306400\n  end_ms: 308930\n- text: Daddy's silhouettes of regret\n  start_ms: 308930\n  end_ms: 310600\n- text: All past, omitted, and absolved by lost\n  start_ms: 310600\n  end_ms: 314720\n- text: As they clung to each other\n  start_ms: 314720\n  end_ms: 316530\n- text: Knowing\n  start_ms: 316530\n  end_ms: 319840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 319840\nplain: |-\n  Muffled sound of fist on flesh\n  Blows to chest\n  No breath\n  Air gasps\n  You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!\n  With each hit, each kick, each broken rib\n  Crack, crack!\n  Bones are crying\n\n  Mommy's crying and bleeding\n  And pleading\n  And then\n  Daddy wants to fuck\n  Dick hard, swelled with power rush\n  And as if all that wasn't enough\n  Mommy's seven months heavy with birth\n  As daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear\n\n  First lullaby\n  First son will ever hear\n  And never forget\n\n  Mommy almost bled to death when she have him finally\n  She'd already lost three\n  Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak\n  From being daily beat\n  And Friday nights were the worse and\n  Daddy never came with flowers\n\n  Instead he spent hours at some corner spot\n  With some bar pop named Cookie\n  Putting his thing down\n  Soiling Mommy's sheets with\n  Sweet talk shit\n  Cookie's cheap lipstick\n  Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice\n\n  To hell with the good news that\n  He was a father for the first time\n  His thirst for wine and women\n  Clouded his vision\n  No warm welcome for mother and son\n  Just\n  The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum\n  But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense\n\n  She burned the dirty linens\n  Made a fresh bed\n  Laid sleeping First son down\n  And never made a sound\n  As she purged her scourge\n\n  With birth-blood and quiet tears\n  Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice\n  Lie there in his soft skin and new life\n  Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye\n  Mommy's little survivor\n  Like her\n\n  Mommy called crazy and scorned\n  'Cuz she two more born\n  One boy soon after\n  The girl much later and\n  Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate\n  Her first son, the first one\n  Whose womb-world was profaned\n\n  Came of age playing street games\n  With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother\n  'Till his heart start to wither\n  In pain and shame\n  Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her\n  And him\n  Let sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander\n\n  Found out amongst thieves\n  Chose to squander his dreams\n  Stopped believing in himself\n  Become prodigal with his life\n  Make impossible shit right with\n  Gang-ties, crime, lies\n  Erase wise, woeful words of Mother\n  Replaced them with absurdities of others\n  Who had also lost their way\n\n  Played a different kind of street game now\n  First Son plunged deep\n  Speak street-family vows\n  Espouse no causes but his own\n  See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp\n  Or protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath\n  Couldn't shield her ears from\n  Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers\n\n  His only defense-served be confidence\n  Brown bottles housed his swift descent\n  Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans\n  Now Daddy and him twins in addiction\n  Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends\n  By liquefied demons\n  Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End\n  Destined for a demise\n\n  Survived nine lives of staying high\n  Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft\n  Womanizing only for money, never for sex\n  Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head\n  Left for dead\n  So, eyes wide and glassy\n  Speech slowed and slurred\n  Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy\n  And mouth corners one December 24th\n\n  Mr. Hide and false friend\n  Took final ride to suburban supplier\n  Shots were fired by the gray man\n  With shaky hand\n  But not shaky enough to miss\n  Hit lost Boy in back\n  So-called Friend runs for door\n  Leaves First Son blood-born\n  Lying alone in blood on cold floor\n\n  Death was the cost of\n  Returning to Innocence lost\n\n  Baby sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn\n  To Mommy's sobs and shakes\n  Daddy's silhouettes of regret\n  All past, omitted, and absolved by lost\n  As they clung to each other\n  Knowing\n"}]