Dopey

Look there goes Dopey A real methed out fellow Skinny and pale His drug and complexion match Yellow He's a clucker without pillow Lost Just waiting for food and rest To return And say hello It's crystallized lies That he smokes Sells and buys As he slowly dies his family watches And cries This story's truth It's told so cold Cuz the drug is ice And nothing about its sickness is nice Of course there's a cure And we know it as God's love so pure So continue to fill up Always pouring it on those who are down and out Once that fellow I do and always will remember the massive love it took for me to get out