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    Things Fall Apart
    Ouvir álbum completo Things Fall Apart Ano de lançamento: 1999
    1. Act Won...Things Fall Apart
    2. Table of Contents (Pts. 1 & 2)
    3. The Next Movement (ft. DJ Jazzy Jeff)
    4. Step Into The Realm
    5. The Spark
    6. Dynamite!
    7. Without a Doubt
    8. Ain't Sayin' Nothin' New
    9. Double Trouble
    10. Act Too...The Love Of My Life
    11. 100% Dundee
    12. Diedre Vs. Dice
    13. Adrenaline
    14. 3rd Act: ? Vs. Scratch 2...Electric Boogaloo
    15. You Got Me
    16. You Don't See Us
    17. Return To Innocence Lost
    18. Act Fore...The End?

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    (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)
    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
    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

    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 honor 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

    Text transcribed by www.sing365.com

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