Can't Go Home

Where am i supposed to go? 
I dont think i can do this for to much longer, man 
This is the last verse i will ever write 

Lonely Roads Been Walked 
The Winter Has Been Long 
The Ice Has Never Melted 
I'm Pricing My Sins Upon Credit Card 

Still Payin My Debts, My Personal Health Struggle 
Kids Lookin Up To Me, What Should I Tell To Them? 
The Nightmares Upon Me, The Dirty Laundry Is On Me 
I The Darkness Standin Amongst An Army Of Zombies 
The 7th Gate Of The Renegade Has Been Strung Allready 
And Then Some But Then Past Is Catchin Up Comin To Get Me 
People Know My Bloated Face, Everywhere I Go To Chase And Cope 
I Need To Slow Down, I Need To Stop 

It Motivates My Flow To Space 
And Motor Races In My Thoughts 
Moving At The Speed Of Light, I Cant Slow Tha Pace 
Mommy Cryin On The Phone, Wifey Kicked Me Out The Crib 
Strangers Wanna Buy Me Drinks, Write About The Life I Live 
Push Me Deeper Down, I Creep Around In This Isolation 
But What I After now? Well This The Life Im Chasing 

back into the darkness, everywhere that i go 
my enemies are all dead and so are my survivals 
its all about being more ruthless on arrival 
pistol in my pants, but my hands' on the bible 

and i cant see... 
the world beyond... 
im too far gone.. 
i cant go home... 

its time to drink again, I see him smokin in 
the alley down town ther other night hes doin coke again 
he thinks hes gettin rich hes just going to be broken in 
a million diffrent pieces with the hand of fait chokin him 

im still alone, walkin with the killers dome 
i never left this place, but i dont feel at home no more 
my memories are movin slow 
my past is beatin faster full of anger and rage 
and im a greedy [bad word] 
doller signs in my rhymes, benjamins in my eyes 
ememies are hard for me to see, pretenders in disquise 
my mind is [bad word] up inside 
i cant remember lies i dont even know the truth, 
ive been on a bender like ever since september right 
now into february 
what about the bodies in your past you said you buried 
i cant remember [bad word]  takin up the cemetery 
the voices in my head are back - you talkin to them already!? 

back into the darkness, everywhere that i go 
my enemies are all dead and so are my survivals 
its all about being more ruthless on arrival 
pistol in my pants, but my hand's on the bible 
and i cant see... 
the world beyond... 
im to far gone.. 
i cant go home...