training day's

 you are golden with you i am not alone
together we ride high, cut rock, sell dope
we die slow,end foes, with you,
never alone

whispers come in from transistors
from frequencies of  radios unknown
telling us to leave
into night with plastic bags
with black masks tied around face .

i think it all started when seen the devil
voices
so young when felt pure evil.
hatred
training me, and implanting me with demon codes
misery
algorithms in my mind you infected me,
endlessly

i just wanted to be a kid, play around free of sin
people came but never stayed. usually, bags covered there face
in the chair that's were they went
screaming mumbling that's how it went.
training days i hated them
come here boy, i here them say
damn I was trying to sneak away
hit him, make him pay,  didn't want to
I would say,

well your either one of us or one of them
snatched me up
right to his face,
do have to kill your son
or is he gonna behave.
ill behave, tears ring my eyes
I'm   one of you
not one of them
the hurting begins

sometimes there wife and kids would come to play
but never long would they stay,
they played different games
naked ones
screaming yelling scratching the floor ones
nails stuck in the carpet ones.

the younger ones look to me
seeing a kid, hoping im the key
help .please help me
they would scream.
I cant please be quiet
they like the screams
there hands reach out to me
dragged away further from  me
doors close
brutality