Opie Don'T Do Crack
Opie woke up feeling right today,
got a good nod in
Everything was copacetic okay
Heard on the news
there was a crisis he should know about,
as he wiped the spittle drooling down from his mouth
Emergency in the suburbs:
Opioid deaths on the rise
He always woke up the next day
from a death dangle the previous night
So the rail thin fella just smiled,
because he felt like Superman
holding anti-Kryptonite in his hand
Opie knew he had his lucky charm,
a mantra that warded off any overdose attack:
Opie said he ain’t no coke dopefiend,
Opie said he don't do crazy ...
Opie don’t do crack
He’s a middle-class snob junkie,
he don’t steal for his drugs
Opie got a good job, and a ring of friends
with the same junkie love
Opie boasts that he’s a heroin man,
a surgeon with the syringe
He can stretch your high out a mile long,
make the needle sing you a lullaby Valium song
Opie never misses the mark
when he plunges the pusher poison in
Opie just floats back,
riding mellow on the narcotic wind
Opie was the headline on the local news that day
Powerful Fentanyl was the culprit his friends say
They say Opie died with a smile,
sucking down the synthetic smack
Opie died foolish proud ...
Opie didn’t do crack
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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