dOpEBent and heLLboUnd SpUnn'N'SpELLBoUnD

I wanted the dope and sought it
I scrambled and hustled like a slave
 was it famine or family I fought it
 I hurled my youth into a grave
 I want the dope and I got it
 came back with plenty for all
 yet somehow lifes not what I thought it
 and somehow the dope isnt at all
 you come to get high( real good reason)
 you feel like an exile at first
 you hate it like hell for a season
 then you are worse than the worst
 it grips you like no other sinning
 it twists to a foe from a friend
 it seems it's been since the beginning
 it seems it will be to the end
 I've seen many dopeheads blow their last dollar
 that's plum full of s*** to the brim
 I've watched people hate love just to Waller
 until their spirit in their eyes glow dim
 always dark but the Pale moon gleaming
 few stars flicker from the smoke from the pot
 I thought that I surely was dreaming but reality in fact I'm not
 this ice with its brightness will blind you with a grip only few shall overcome
 a cold fear follows and finds u
 leaving you silent empty and numb
 there are hardships that nobody Recons these demons don't stop till they kill
 there's a better way on how it beckons a better way for those with the will
its making the world diminish I'm so sick of the taste of meth win or lose I'll be glad when its over so I can simply rest up before death I'll fight you can bet its my Best fight it's hell but I've been here before it's better than this by a damn sight to say never again just once more this dope is haunting trying to lure me I'd rather be hung from the end of a rope yet it isnt the s*** that I'm wanting so much as just finding the dope is the great big Broadlands way out yonder where tweekers will never know peace if this wickedness thrills you with wonder the devil will be your dealer here he owns the lease.