Dope

We were dope friends “turnt” to dope fiends. We had nice cars and dope things. Platinum chains and gold rings; kissed ‘em goodbye like the rest of my dreams. We spent weeks alone, just wishing we were home. Two months away, we were frying our brains just to ease the pain. Popping, snorting, smoking, and needles in our veins because it’s easier to cover up than it is to explain. Until it starts to show, plain as day, and we would look insane. We would stay up late, getting into trouble... We chased that white dragon with our lips on the bubble. Love feels good, even when it’s toxic. Dope is good, but it’s too good to stop it.