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Dirty Dope Life
Dirty Dope Life
Dirty, Dumb, Dope, Shit Life..Do the Scum Bag Shuffle All night..Sit down, Stand up, Pace across the floor..Looking through the peephole outside of the door..Lock it again, then Double check Once More..Wait for all the calls, you gotta make that dolla..Homies, Hoes, and Homie Hoes gonna Holla..Always wanted to be a bolla, Thug Life Till I Die..Till I joined the dirty dope shit Life..Nothing but a bunch of Bullshit and Lies..It takes me places I don't wana be, It takes ME away from ME BEING ME..IT MAKES MY EYES BLIND AND I CANT SEE..
Welcome to the DOPE GAME..Where everyone says they're different, yet they all act the Same..Where there is NO Morals, and shit gets real Lame..Where people act like they are your friend, But you will see when your Pocket gets to the END..Where you lose everything and you look for it twice, AND THE COPS AROUND HERE THINK THEY'RE MIAMI VICE..
I'm stuck in a place I call World War Woo..Cuz Bullshit Aside the struggle is True..Doing the Scum Bag Shuffle All Night in this Room..Thinking ALL about MY PENDING DOOM..The chemicals mix all over in your Head..Then you feel Guilty, Like you Should be in Bed..Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda, but you took a hit from the PIPE..And now you've been taken by a theif in the night..All in one minute you've ruined your Life..Like a stab in the back with a really sharp knife..
It used to be fun, and full of good times..But eventually you start to depend on those Lines..It gets in your Head and then YOU CANT QUIT..So you find yourself trapped, right where you sit..Everyone here has more than one FACE..And you sit around HOPING for THOSE BETTER DAYS..Thinking and Dreaming of all of the Ways..but Nobody understands you, cuz you're weird in YOUR MIND..And you'll search for a place you'll probably NEVER FIND..DOING THE SCUM BAG SHUFFLE AND THE DOPE LIFE GRIND..
SIT HERE AND DWELL ON THE THINGS THAT THEY SAID..SIT HERE IMPRISONED IN MY OWN FUCKING HEAD..Sadness follows me like it's my other half, and I can't even remember the last time I laughed..When I look in the mirror, I don't look the same..All because of the Dumb Dope Game..Or Call it Whatever name you think it should be..Smoke it all up, while you're drinking TEA..
It really doesnt matter because this isn't real LIFE..And now just to feel I need a Cut From a KNIFE, and A HIT FROM THE PIPE..And How many Times Can I see the bottom of A Rock, and the only thing I have LONG TERM are MY SOCKS (I wear knee high socks) My REAL FRIENDS are gone in the ground or stuck behind LOCKs..And I sit here and think about all of our Talks..How we used to have fun and we didnt even Care..BUT now we depend on this Drug Right Here..And nothing in Life Makes Sense Anymore..We should get up and LEAVE but can't find the Door..
I sit here and think there has to be a way, but to tell you the truth NoOne Cares what you Say..But I PUT MY VOICE OUT THERE FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR..AND NOW IT'S OUT TO GET ME, AND I LIVE IN FEAR..I PLAYED WITH FIRE, BUT IT HURTS TO GET BURNED..BUT I SPOKE MY WORD ANYWAYS, AND STOPPED THE WORLD IN IT'S TURN..
Poem/Lyrics on this page are written by: Emily Jarzynka
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