Dopeman
He didn't think,he just did
Thats why his life came to an end
Why he's covered in blood,lying in the street
He can hear sirens,someone's called the police
He just wanted money for his daughter and mama
Now all he feels is pain,yet he can't even holler
This is what happens when you don't think
Don't make a plan
When you give your life over
To become a dopeman
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