[Verse 1: 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
First lullaby first son will ever hear
And never forget
[Verse 2: Ursula Rucker]
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 worst and
Daddy never came with flowers
Instead, he spent hours at some corner spot
With some bar cock 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 asscrack, 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
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
First lullaby first son will ever hear
And never forget
[Verse 2: Ursula Rucker]
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 worst and
Daddy never came with flowers
Instead, he spent hours at some corner spot
With some bar cock 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 asscrack, 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
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