| Where am i supposed to go?
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| I dont think i can do this for to much longer, man
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| This is the last verse i will ever write
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| Lonely Roads Been Walked
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| The Winter Has Been Long
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| The Ice Has Never Melted
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| I’m Pricing My Sins Upon A Credit Card
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| Still Payin My Debts, My Personal Health Struggle
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| Kids Lookin Up To Me, What Should I Tell To Them?
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| The Nightmares Upon Me, The Dirty Laundry Is On Me
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| I Am The Darkness Standin Amongst An Army Of Zombies
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| The 7th Gate Of The Renegade Has Been Strung Allready
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| And Then Some But Then Past Is Catchin Up Comin To Get Me
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| People Know My Bloated Face, Everywhere I Go To Chase And Cope
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| I Need To Slow Down, I Need To Stop
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| It Motivates My Flow To Space
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| And Motor Races In My Thoughts
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| Moving At The Speed Of Light, I Cant Slow Tha Pace
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| Mommy Cryin On The Phone, Wifey Kicked Me Out The Crib
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| Strangers Wanna Buy Me Drinks, Write About The Life I Live
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| Push Me Deeper Down, I Creep Around In This Isolation
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| But What Am I After now? |
| Well This The Life Im Chasing
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| back into the darkness, everywhere that i go
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| my enemies are all dead and so are my survivals
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| its all about being more ruthless on arrival
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| pistol in my pants, but my hands' on the bible
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| and i cant see…
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| the world beyond…
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| im too far gone.
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| i cant go home…
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| its time to drink again, I see him smokin in
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| the alley down town ther other night hes doin coke again
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| he thinks hes gettin rich hes just going to be broken in
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| a million diffrent pieces with the hand of fait chokin him
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| im still alone, walkin with the killers dome
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| i never left this place, but i dont feel at home no more
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| my memories are movin slow
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| my past is beatin faster full of anger and rage
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| and im a greedy bastard
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| doller signs in my rhymes, benjamins in my eyes
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| ememies are hard for me to see, pretenders in disquise
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| my mind is f*cked up inside
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| i cant remember lies i dont even know the truth,
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| ive been on a bender like ever since september right
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| now into february
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| what about the bodies in your past you said you buried
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| i cant remember shit, takin up the cemetery
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| the voices in my head are back — you talkin to them already?!
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| back into the darkness, everywhere that i go
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| my enemies are all dead and so are my survivals
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| its all about being more ruthless on arrival
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| pistol in my pants, but my hand’s on the bible
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| and i cant see…
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| the world beyond…
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| im to far gone.
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| i cant go home… |