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 cages 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 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 couldnt count it Went to the front door buts it locked observe it Pulled up a chair to reach the dead bolt But Im 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 Im finished being strangled I black out then wake up tied to the coffee table With a jump rope cable to my ankle so I cant run He walks back in the room
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 20:08:33 +0000
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