I had a pocket full of Mexican ludes.
Twenty hits of home made-speed
And a heart pierced by a dagger
That said, “Just let it bleed”
I was a doper.
I had a plastic ready roll machine
A golden spoon and a deering
Screen And a custom two gram bullet
Just to keep my powder clean
I was a doper.
Experimented with tees and blues
Walked through customs in
hollowed out shoes
Took coloured pills to change my views
Kept my stash in the daily news
I was a doper.
Didn’t need anything, didn’t
Need anybody
Chased my drugs with a hot rum toddy
Looked for new ways to abuse my body
Woke up lost, feeling cheap and shoddy
I was a doper.
There wasn’t a rule I wouldn’t break Wasn’t a drug I wouldn’t take
Took cocaine just to get awake
Hey man! I’m real! It’s you that’s fake
I was a doper.
Thought I was cool
Thought I was slick
Nobody was as fast or half as quick
Self-denial was my favourite trick
I was a doper
Then some punk showed up with a badge and a gun
He said, Hey pops, you can call me son
Don’t bother to shave, cause we got to run
There’s a price to pay for all that fun
Cause you’re a dealer.
I said, You don’t want me, you want some other dude
You’re making me nervous kis, gimme a lude
For a cop you’re acting awfully crude
He said, Sory ma, looks like you’re screwed
Stupid doper
Then my alarm clock sounded with a scream
I woke up, it was just a bad dream
But God had let me in on His scheme
The message was clear, I gotta get clean
Silly doper.
So, now I’m living one day at a time
Cause me and my God got a hill to climb
To wash my soul of guilt and crime
To live drug free and write my rhyme
Cause now, I’m a doper
Christian Steed is currently serving a prison sentence. At the time of writing this poem, Christian had given his life to Jesus Christ. He is concerned about drug abuse amongst young and is keen for them to know that there is hope for a new and better life in God.
