Letras
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 brings angel's dust off the ungodly
Riding through my childhood and in my six year old body
Black out for a second, pick my head up off the street
Little kid hands on my face, it's not me in the driver's seat
Father comes out screaming, drops his cigarettes and lighter
Scoops me up with his left arm, his right fist snuffs 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, "Chris, we're gonna play a game, alright?"
Wrapped 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
You know you're my little son, right?
I love you, you're my little son
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
Run to the front door but it's locked, observe it
Put up a chair to reach the dead bolt but I'm too weak to turn it
Give it another try, my little eye still scoping him though
I pan the room and see my escape in the open window
Scurry the floor, climb out, hang to drop into the snow
And my captor snatches me back up, "Chris, where you going?"
Pulls me back into hell, starts shaking me to weaken me
Then teaching me to be a man by repeatedly beating 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
I need your help again, son
I want you to wrap this around my arm just like before
Pull the other end, pull it tighter, pull it tighter
Alright, let go, let go, Chris
You have to take care of your mother
This is an M16, I got this in the army
Private Murray reporting for duty