[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 ("Holy Shit!") 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   "Chris, we're gonna play a game, alright?"   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   "I need you help again, son"      "I'm gonna wrap this around my arm just like before"   "Pull it tighter, Chris! Pull it tighter!"   "Aaaa..."   "You need to take care of your mother"   "This is an M16...I got this in the army"   "Private Murphy...reporting...for...duty..."