| A cold day in hell I feel good
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| At least I feel as good as real feels if real even feels good
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| I think back to being a kid and getting my ass kicked
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| And when I sold my soul to the devil to make me rap sick
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| Page from cage’s brain, angels dust off the un-godly
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| Riding through my child-hood to hear my six-year old body
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| Black-out for second, pick my head up off the street
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| Little kid handle my face-its not me in the driver seat
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| Father comes out screaming drops the cigarettes and lighter
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| Scoops me up with his left arm his right fist snuffed the driver
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| Takes me in the house stops the blood from wandering out
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| Is this a dream or time travel?
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| I ponder on the couch
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| Walks in with a black bag
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| Wrap my rubber snake around his arm and made me pull it tight
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| Hit himself with a spike
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| Drew blood and pulled his mask down
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| My hands blue until he let my arm go and he passed out
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| Erratic then gone, I go from manic to calm
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| Watching the yellow liquid dripping back out of his arm
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| No automatic alarm sounded
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| Trying to wrap my six year old brain around it
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| Went in his pockets took his money and couldn’t count it
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| Went to the front door buts it locked observe it
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| Pulled up a chair to reach the dead bolt
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| But I’m too weak to turn it
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| Give it another try my little eye still scoping him
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| Now I pan the room and see my escape in the open window
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| Scurry the floor
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| Climb out hang then drop into the snow and
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| My captor snatches me back up
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| Pulls me back into hell
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| Starts shaking me to weaken me
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| To teachin me to be a man by repeatedly beatin me
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| I hope I grow up before I’m finished being strangled
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| I black out then wake up tied to the coffee table
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| With a jump rope cable to my ankle so I can’t run
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| He walks back in the room |