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From ICP (Insane Clown Posse)'s album: Hell's Pit

It aint no point to me waking up, everyodys time im takin up, i got nobody, it aint a shoulder
Near, i cant stay here & its colder there, i dont wanna look back cause its gonna hurt, i slice
My wrist & its gonna squirt, for me everybody holds a hate, i get backstabbed & everybody holds
The stake, its no roads to take im in a circle drive, bustin at myself & im tryna survive, ill
Dissapoint you, & i will let you down, & i aint got many home boys comin around, you dont
Understand so dont say you do, i swear i,ll put a mother fuckin slug in you, im the only one, the
Lonely one, at home alone loading a gun & thinking why not?

I got court commin up, i stole a truck. i got a bitch pregnant & im broke as fuck, i wanna get
High but i got piss test, im always first name on top of the shit list, get this, the witch has
Made my chest its permanent nightly visiting nest, it aint no clothes that i look good in, im the
Mother fuckin big red train that couldn,t, i got no family i stole they shit, restraining orders
& i still wont quit, i hit rock bottom & then i fell in a hole & then i fell through the floor of
That hole some more, i been missing for a year nobody,s lookin, i got beat down & my shit tookin,
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I look ahead & all i see is more of the same, or this self inflicted bullet hole pouring my brain

I dream about cuttin heads off with a shovel, the dreams are gettin serious, think im in
Trouble, i dont hold memory for more than an hour, im tired as fuck & im drained of power, i aint
Half way there & im all outta time, im like a cruched light bulb, all outta shine, i been around
The world but no place is home, i wanna see the other side when i face this chrome, im butt
Naked, i been jackin off gettin drunk, its my last hours alive who gives a fuck? it dont matter,
Im doing the shit in the garage, tryna make it easier for them to clean my head splaage, this
Bitch i loved, i hope she finds me, still up in the chair with my thoughts behind me

Im about to do it, can you hold for a second...
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