I awake in the same old cold cell, with the same old mold smell, behind the bars of the jail that i have come to know well//
Convinced that their is no hell, if there is then bring on the devil for some show and tell//
Cause i can sell some thoughts of evil and tournament, even before i spent, one day enduring this confined secure stench//
We could sit and reminess a bit, about how it was to get hit, every time your stepdad felt like it//
Or how you witnessed him in his animalistic nature, each time he awakened my sister, then fondeled and raped her//
Maybe it was a mistake to think times would change, when he calmed down and climbed out of his irratate,rage//
Or could it be from the age of 8 till highschool, that Bob thought it was cool to beat me into a pool of blood and drewl//
Who knew what types of an effect total disrespect could do, to a kid with so few positive influences to look to//
Is it possible that the costant redicule, could have subdued my mental aptitude, making it impossible for me to acknowledge any true love or vertue//
Any hoo, i eventually passed the breaking point, by taking the man i called dad's necks and tearing straight from joint//
For every time he slapped my mom i cracked each bone till they snapped into splinters//
Now way passed the jitters i then ventured, over to Bobs house and waited for him to enter//
Undected so the suprise was not expected, swung the bat twice and nicely connected//
Then began to beat him so brutally, in blood and drewl so he knew what it was like for me//
See, that felt so good, but actually, the number of fatalidy's happened to be three//
Two of the bodies are already stripped of breath, while i'm strapped to this seat waiting for the switch of death//
These memories are what flashed within my last second left, now happy in hell while others wept//
After all this i still have no regrets ...and as i am burning i feel blessed, just because i get to look up at my real family sitting on heavens front steps//