I don't know where to go im tired of being alone where to call my home im roaming the streets sick of living in defeat im here to pack the heat sit back and have a seat listen to my track im fighting back been under attack sick of my sickness down for mine let me put it in a rhyme see the signs the last days are here the love of many has grown cold. i don't know where to call my home the places i have roamed kickn on the tracks smoking sacks kickn with in the cars not going very far my life is hard kickn it at the transfer station on hwy 99 getting high to get by sick of my life kickn with Joker down the way he is my homie from the street. living in the Eugene mission stuck on the streets living in defeat. but now im free sent to preach i gots people to reach.