[Featuring 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