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Dope Man

His normal routine was dead drop on the fifteenth Load it up and back on the road referred to it as his pot of gold Cut it up and build his wealth didn't worry about their health Stuffed the money in the stairs on his way to millionaire Life was good he had the best lost it all in the Keys of the West Met a girl and lost his mind sitting there now doing time Never saw the DEA did she set him up that day Now the only gold he gets to see is twice a day when he brushes his teeth Be careful the decisions you make it could be a big mistake

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