where am i supposed to go i don t think i can do this for to much longer man these are the last verses i ll ever write lonely roads have been walked the winter has been long the ice has never melting i m pricing my sins upon a credit card still payin my debts my personal health struggling kids lookin up to me what should i tell to them the nightmares upon me the dirty laundry is on me i am the darkness standin amongst an army of zombies the serenade of the renegade has been sung 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 can t 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 am i after now what is this life i m chasing back into the darkness everywhere that i go my enemies are all dead and so are my survivals it s all about being more ruthless than a rival pistol in my pants but my hands on the bible and i can t see the world beyond i m too far gone i can t go home its time to drink again i see him smokin in the alley downtown the other night he s doin coke again he thinks hes gettin rich hes just going to be broke and then a million different pieces with the hands of fate chokin him i m still alone walkin with the killers though i never left this place but i don t feel at home no more my memories are movin slow my past is beatin faster full of anger and rage and i m a greedy bastard dollar signs in my rhymes benjamins are in my eyes enemies are hard for me to see pretenders in disguise my minds fucked up inside i can t remember lies i don t even know the truth i ve been on a bender like ever since september right now into february what about the bodies in your past that you said you buried i can t remember shit diggin 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 it s all about being more ruthless than a rival pistol in my pants but my hand s on the bible and i can t see the world beyond im to far gone i can t go home 