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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