Hell's Winter

[Cage] Somethin' in the way not for Dr. Zummer Hocked a tumor in the lugee and left it in Montezuma Swam back to the US after Russian roulette No deal on the table give me a label to suplex Came to fill them with pain, take a print of my brain Flash it on the screen you won't leave the Cinema sane Had a followin' fondlin' that wouldn't let go 'Till I spiked the EC football into the Def Jux end zone And when it hit the grass it covered the crowd with mud Mom slipped my bare-ass out, I covered the ground with blood Then she wiped it on my face like war paint Then slapped me, I cry, might die with a hardcore brain Cracked the doors frame when I open the world around it Exhale the hinges in the air where denounces My frontal lobe bounces of the wall, then it rots from The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun [Hook] I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces Keep cuttin' my hands When I put it back together, it's feces In a permanent Hell I find tranquility teaches We had to design perfect mass for our new Preacher We're going too far, nobody could reach us I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches Until my last breath they'll be screamin' from the bleachers Then I'll be dead like all my teachers [Cage] Despite all my rage, I'm a rat in a cage for skies Communicate your love injecting bleach in my eyes The dubiously demented dented to dependant cradles Slipped through a grasp on the broken glass, highly unstable I left that label unable to keep my master's No whip, broke as shit, chick left me a week after Over-dosage of mushrooms, no ugly obstacles Did the Handsome Boy record same day I left the hospital In the club I don't dance, I stand with a glass of Vodka Come to terms, I'm just like my bastard Father Left my Mother with a kid that flipped her lid When I started to look like him, she threw me out the crib And I was only two, my Grandmother was a Hitler Youth Just dropped Agent Orange and ain't got no dough to fix this tooth I'm thinkin' out loud "I hate life" like that matters Lettin' shit out and it happen to fit into rap pattern [Hook] [Cage] I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces But each motherfucker that fucked my mother over would leave me to be this Drug addicted menace, ain't shit to do in this place No longer flinchin' from Step-dad's punches to the face Blind to the drug, calm to the tub Filled to the top with warm water to sink in Two arms full of blood Not even thirteen, lookin' to exit, left for mess Could care less about life, just keep my Pumas fresh Until the worms eat my flesh I guess they better burn me These are the thoughts of a child I keep 'till thirty I lacked patience 'till I was packed with patients In the mental facility forced fed all the wrong medications Prozac guinea pig, I don't feel bipolar But got a folder that claims I am in a stack that reaches my shoulder Music, my only savior in every instance Makes each one of you a prophet to my existence [Hook]