There are people
Who deal themselves like drugs
They become what you love
And dose you up
Then cut the supply
To keep you in line
They let you toke
Till you are broke
Then youre an addict
And theyre up in smoke
You got to have it
But now youre a joke
Its plain madness
And youre on the phone
And they arent answering
And youll never know
When theyll come back
To youre happy home
Or who they are with
Or what they are doin
They dont give a shit
bout the users theyre using
They look so hot
But have no real job
But somehow get by
By being supply
To those who they hooked
With theyre addictive disguise
You think coke’s a crime?
You should try lies
They get in your mind
And take all your time
But youll keep on hitting
Every time they say high