There goes the Dopeman, with X, pot, and coke galore,
Here come his clients, eager for what he has in store.
Those once rich, he quickly made poor,
Because he made them sell their souls and more.
Kristin's mommy was sweating for a rock,
With no money left she put her daughter on the block.
The drugs ate her conscience so guilt wouldn't knock,
Her daughter's lost innocence was barely a shock.
Papa needs medicine, for his heart is sick,
An addicted thug saw him as an easy pick.
He barely survived each brutal punch and kick,
At least that thug could get his fix.
There goes the Dopeman, his pockets heavy,
Kristin and Papa were simply his levy.
Here come his clients, but with nothing left to give,
The Dopeman cost them their will to live.