ICP - Suicide hotline

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,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...