(Spoken Word). So here we are at the end. And at the same time we're at the beginning. Of this misadventure.. Why I had to go down a dead end street. At 200 miles an hour. Screaming for vengeance and embracing death. That's still something I'm trying to figure out.. You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan. To expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal.. But you know addicts we think everything's about us don't we?. Man it got so convoluted polluted and distorted. I turned it into my armor my defense mechanism. And my weapon of self destruction.. Yeah I had a fucked up childhood. And I was a troubled teen.. Those are facts.. How I got there? That's a story told by many voice.. It's not my job to blame anybody anymore. I just need to accept the path I was given.. This is without a doubt. My life... after death.