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