ICP: Suicide hotline

It aint no point to me waking up, everyodys time im takin up, i got nobody, it aint a shoulderNear, i cant stay here & its colder there, i dont wanna look back cause its gonna hurt, i sliceMy wrist & its gonna squirt, for me everybody holds a hate, i get backstabbed & everybody holdsThe stake, its no roads to take im in a circle drive, bustin at myself & im tryna survive, illDissapoint you, & i will let you down, & i aint got many home boys comin around, you dontUnderstand so dont say you do, i swear i'll put a mother fuckin slug in you, im the only one, theLonely 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 getHigh but i got piss test, im always first name on top of the shit list, get this, the witch hasMade my chest its permanent nightly visiting nest, it aint no clothes that i look good in, im theMother 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 ofThat hole some more, i been missing for a year nobody's lookin, i got beat down & my shit tookin,I look ahead & all i see is more of the same, or this self inflicted bullet hole pouring my brainI dream about cuttin heads off with a shovel, the dreams are gettin serious, think im inTrouble, i dont hold memory for more than an hour, im tired as fuck & im drained of power, i aintHalf way there & im all outta time, im like a cruched light bulb, all outta shine, i been aroundThe world but no place is home, i wanna see the other side when i face this chrome, im buttNaked, 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, thisBitch i loved, i hope she finds me, still up in the chair with my thoughts behind meIm about to do it, can you hold for a second...