dope was my only hope out of the hood started using to just to be able to cope no hope for me at the end of the tunnel no light nothing in sight but depth of a soul filled with needles and holes i fill my body with this dope to cope with pain of everyday life no solution to problems just a quick fix a couple of licks a high to get me by nothing to live by nothing to hope for the dope has finally taken over me nothing but numbness i have succumb to this dope in hopes of having something more but ended up a product of its destructiveness dead to all but the suppliers who feed me my need whether it be weed or heroin the syringe the pipe fufill my every need and want while my soul is haunted by the paranoia i am nothing without this dope its my only hope to survive.
