I awake in the same old cold cell, with the same old mold smell, and 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, bout 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 drool/
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 virtue/
Any hoo i eventually passed the breaking point, by taking the man i called dad's necks and tearing it from the 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 surprise was not expected, i swung the bat twice and nicely connected/
Then began to beat him so brutally, in blood and drool so he knew what it was like for me/
See, that felt so good but actually, the number of fatalies happened to be three/
Two of the bodies are already stripped of breath while i'm srapped to this seat waiting for the swictch of death/
These memories are what flashed with in my last second left, now happy in hell while others wept/
Ater all this i still have no regrets...and as i am burning i feel blessed,just because i get to up at my real family sitting on heavens front steps/