[Verse One]

A cold day in hell I feel good

At least I feel as good as real feels if real even feels good

I think back to being a kid and getting my ass kicked

And when I sold my soul to the devil to make me rap sick

Page from cage's brain, angels dust off the un-godly

Riding through my child-hood to hear my six-year old body

Black-out for second, pick my head up off the street

Little kid handle my face-its not me in the driver seat

Father comes out screaming drops the cigarettes and lighter

Scoops me up with his left arm his right fist snuffed the driver

Takes me in the house stops the blood from wandering out

Is this a dream or time travel?

I ponder on the couch

Walks in with a black bag

Wrap my rubber snake around his arm and made me pull it tight

Hit himself with a spike

Drew blood and pulled his mask down

My hands blue until he let my arm go and he passed out



[Verse Two]

Erratic then gone, I go from manic to calm

Watching the yellow liquid dripping back out of his arm

No automatic alarm sounded

trying to wrap my six year old brain around it

Went in his pockets took his money and couldn't count it

Went to the front door buts it locked observe it

Pulled up a chair to reach the dead bolt

But I'm too weak to turn it

Give it another try all the while still scoping him

Now I pan the room and see my escape in the open window

Scurry the floor

climb out hang then drop into the snow and

My captor snatches me back up

Pulls me back into hell

Starts shaking me to weaken me

To teachin me to be a man by repeatedly beatin me

I hope I grow up before I'm finished being strangled

I black out then wake up tied to the coffee table

With a jump rope cable to my ankle so I can't run

He walks back in the room