Can’t Go Home - Slaine

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 A 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 Am 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 Am 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 bastard

doller signs in my rhymes, benjamins in my eyes

ememies are hard for me to see, pretenders in disquise

my mind is f*cked 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 shit, 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…