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I was once a shameless, full-time dope fiend.

quote by Gus Van Sant
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Dope Beat

[KRS] I got a dope beat?
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat..
[all] We got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE beat..
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!!
[all] WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!!

My name is at the top of all of those that mix
I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid

song performed by by Boogie Down Productions
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To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.

quote by Robertson Davies
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To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.

Robertson Davies in The Table Talk of Samuel Marchbanks
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People are broad-minded. They'll accept the fact that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater and even a newspaperman, but if a man doesn't drive, there's something wrong with him.

quote by Art Buchwald
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Holiday

Holiday
Holiday
Hold it here boy is that your bag
In a small sneak and youve just been had
Is that your scene bin, been what have I seen
Well take a seat, feet, get your feet a seat
Put circle round this this and a circle round that
You put one in the front, and one in the back
Would you show it to your mother or share it with another
Slow down bitch
Oh bitch slow down
Im so good, Im so good, Im so good, man Ive been so good
Im so nice, Im so nice, Im so nice, man Im so nice
Holiday
Holiday
Im here to harass you, I want your pills and your grass you
You dont look first class you
Let me look up your ass you
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
Holiday
Were so good, were so good, were so good, man weve never been so good
Were so nice, were so nice, were so nice, man weve never been so nice

song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Class Reunion (feat. Monica)

(feat. Monica)
[Monica]
It's a class reunion, you come home from the ATM (oh yeah)
[Wyclef (Monica)]
Monica you ready, oh yeah
Man she look so good
Rolling through the hood
God bless the dead (bless the dead)
Jerry Wonder knock on wood
She was a ghetto queen, yeah
Turned into a fiend, yeah
Night I heard her scream
? to a nightmare dream, oh yeah (oh)
[Wyclef]
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time
So much dope on the streets
That I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah
[Wyclef (Monica)]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue (oh), it's a beautiful world
[Monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end
[Monica]
Said he looks so real
When he was running on the football field
I love the cheerleader scream his name
Even in ? he had game
But didn't show up at the class reunion
And when I asked one of my girls what happened
That's when they told me he got life in prison
Caught up in the system
Trying to be a kingpin
The story never ever ends
[Monica (Wyclef)]
He was mine, he was fine
He was hip, he was hot
He was too fly, butterfly
It was his time, it was his time (oh why, oh why, oh why)
So much dope on the streets
And I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking

song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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My Time With Death

My time with death is so good
That sacrifices are made for good.
The other fiend is not deathly
But too worthless.
His time is nearer to death
And he hurts from the time dragged forth.
We see time with this crazy reasonable fiend,
Inside them are hatreds to find,
You must learn the bombs and bullets,
With a concern not to desert.
So much suffering is bowed to
That differences collect and you triumph.
Goodness of time is always called Life,
The Dead do not worry, the Dead are fully aware.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Children's Story (feat. Rahzel)

Kids Voices]
Uncle Whitey, Uncle Whitey, can you tell us a bedtime story?
Yeah, we want some bedtimes stories...(Please!)
[Everlast]
Once upon a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood,
and people were behavin' like they our too good
There was a little boy who was misled by another lil' boy
and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and makin' the dash"
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and her brother
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
the cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said, "keep still, boy, no need for static",
punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
the kid pulled out a gun
He said, "Why'd you hit me?",
the barrel headed straight for the cop kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed, ran around the block,
cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he'd head for the subway stations
But she was coming so he made a left,
he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run",
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, was a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets but still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops, "back off or honey here's dead",
deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
so he let the lady go and he starts to move on,
sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
Before long the lil' boy got surrounded,
he dropped the gun, so went the glory
And this is the way I gotta end this story,
he was only nineteen, in a madman's dream
I saw the cops shoot the kid, I still hear him scream,
this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Just another case 'bout the wrong path,
straight and narrow or your soul gets cashed
G'night

song performed by by Everlast
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Childrens Story

Feat. rahzel
(kids voices)
Uncle whitey, uncle whitey, can you tell us a bedtime story?
Yeah, we want some bedtimes stories...(please!)
Once upon a time not long ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood, and people were behavin like they our too good
There was a little boy who was misled by another lil boy and this is what he said
Me and you, guy, we gonna make sum cash, robbin old folks and makin the dash
They did the job, money came with ease, but one couldnt stop, its like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and her brother
Tried to rob a man who was a d.t. undercover, the cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said, keep still, boy, no need for static, punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the lil boy was strapped, the kid pulled out a gun
He said, whyd you hit me? , the barrel was set straight for the cops kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure, Ill do years if I pull this trigger
So he cold dashed and ran around the block, cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister, a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked around good and from expectations, so he decided hed head for the subway stations
But she was coming so he made a left, he was runnin top speed till he was outta breath
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him, then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, opened up the door there, guess who he saw
Dave the dope fiend shootin dope, who dont know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said, I need bullets, hurry up, run, the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun
He went outside but there was cops all over, then he dipped into a car, was a stolen nova
Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets but still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops, back off or honey heres dead, deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to move on, sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
Before long the lil boy got surrounded, he dropped the gun, so went the glory
And this is the way I must end this story, he was only nineteen, in a madmans dream
I saw the cops shoot the kid, I still hear him scream, this aint funny so dont you dare laugh
Just another case bout the wrong path, straight and narrow or your soul gets cashed
Gnight

song performed by by Everlast
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Hopes On Dopes

Making wishes,

getting up your hopes,

you realize you wasted

your time and he is a dope.

A dope in the sense of the word,

that he might do drugs, he might do her.

Not knowing what he really claims to say,

it always ends up his own way.

You realize you are the fool,

they never taught you this at school.

Just be thankful you got out when you did,

thank God you two never had kids.

Written on April 13,2011 by Christina Sunrise

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Why Can't I See Wut They See

why cant i see wut they see?
i dnt see a good child
i see a hepless child
i dnt see a child becoming a writer
i see a child tweakin on a lighter
i dnt seeany hope
all i see is lots of dope
why cant i see what they see
why do i see the devil
an they see a angel
why do i see no hope
but they see that i could stop smoking dope
why do they even care
this makes me a lil scared
why dnt they just give up
like all the other grown ups
they are all wasting their time
they must be up out they mind

poem by Exotic Lokz
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Make Hope Cure Dope

Fear not, for as you live
You have got a hope
Just keep away from dope
Even if life should take a dive
As you could perhaps find
Know this: life is not always kind
Fortune wise, you, it could despise
But still that's not so much a crime
There are others without a dime
Life is like a steep hill to climb
It can stretch your every limb
Even then, you must still keep hope
And remember there's a Saviour
He's Lord, in Him there's favour
With each soul He'll share love
He helps the helpless to cope
Then keep away from dope
And live your life with hope
Make hope cure dope.

poem by Clarence Prince
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Class Reunion

[Monica]
It's a class reunion, you come home from the ATM (oh yeah)
[Wyclef (Monica)]
Monica you ready, oh yeah
Man she look so good
Rolling through the hood
God bless the dead (bless the dead)
Jerry Wonder knock on wood
She was a ghetto queen, yeah
Turned into a fiend, yeah
Night I heard her scream
? to a nightmare dream, oh yeah (oh)
[Wyclef]
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time
So much dope on the streets
That I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah
[Wyclef (Monica)]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue (oh), it's a beautiful world
[Monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end
[Monica]
Said he looks so real
When he was running on the football field
I love the cheerleader scream his name
Even in ? he had game
But didn't show up at the class reunion
And when I asked one of my girls what happened
That's when they told me he got life in prison
Caught up in the system
Trying to be a kingpin
The story never ever ends
[Monica (Wyclef)]
He was mine, he was fine
He was hip, he was hot
He was too fly, butterfly
It was his time, it was his time (oh why, oh why, oh why)
So much dope on the streets
And I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time, my time
Everybody say my time, oh
[Monica (Wyclef)]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end (it's a beautiful world)
[Wyclef (Monica)]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue (oh), it's a beautiful world
[Wyclef]
And I don't know much about English class
Math I didn't pass
Biology and chemistry
Was all a dream to me
[Monica]
I patiently wait for the bell
So I can see you after class
But now it's all in my pass
[Wyclef]
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time
So much dope on the streets
That I'm praying for peace
But the poor gotta eat
Talking bout my time
Everybody say it's my time, oh yeah
[Wyclef]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue it's a beautiful world
[Monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end
[Wyclef]
Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through
That open door, I'll be there for you
If you ever feeling blue it's a beautiful world
[Monica]
Baby boy, the world is yours, when you're sad
I'll be your joy, I'm still your friend
And I'm a love you till the end
[Wyclef]
She was mine, she was pop
She was hip, she was hot
She was too fly, butterfly
It was her time, her time
It was her time, her time (let's go)
[Wyclef & Monica]
This is the class reunion
This is the class reunion
Reminisce on the high school days

song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Dope never helped anybody sing better or play music better or do anything better. All dope can do for you is kill you - and kill you the long, slow, hard way.

quote by Billie Holiday
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Neither 'Dope' Nor 'Sick

Too much of today's nonsense,
I carried on my heart and this had to be confronted.
It had to stop from where it started.
Although many 'ifs' I had a lot!

And those big lip kids on my block...
You know the ones,
That taunt their parents, the elders AND the cops...
Would look at me when I spoke to them.
As if I was a fossil that had rotted!

'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.

Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '

I remember when dope made one loopy.
And sick meant ill.
Today these kids say 'dope' to mean 'hip'.
And being 'sick' to them puts things,
On the top of their list.
To agitate...
That's all that is!

'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.

Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '

And today,
One either ages gracefully...
Or become so crazed,
Their days ar spent being fed in cages.
Or in some locked up room to gloom.

Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am kicked to the curb.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am ignored,
And left with a peace of mind I deserve.

~That's the point of wanting you all away from me.
And pull up those pants.
You look as if you're in need of a diaper change! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eazy-er Said Than Dunn

[Dre]
Yo man I don't think they heard you
why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.

[Eazy-E]
My name is Eazy yeah this is true
keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
hardcore yo I could never be soft
askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again
my name is Eazy or just call me E
but It doesn't really matter to me
cause I'm the same person
whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
this is for the radio so I better chill
they won't play it if I co get ill
but I'm like that and thats an actually fact
because the street is where my heart is at
yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
if the rhyme I'm dispayin'
and the beat thats playin'
yo you could try all day
and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
cause Eazy's doin it Compton style
thats the city and you say you could get some
yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.

[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!

[Eazy-E]
Now it's easy for me to get my point across
so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
and I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama
so pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
with the glare
but you don't need no glasses to stare
it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
with the E on the gangsta tip
so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
cause I'm a destroyer
my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label
to get the money

song performed by by Eazy-E from Eazy-Duz-It
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Death Of Hope

I feel like such a dope.
Cringing from the desparity of all these folk.
I know it's lost.
Yet I try to fit the cost.
In the role of loser I am cast.
The death of hope comes like a blast.
It impales me to the last.
I've tried so hard.
Now I play my final card.
It will not work. I have no doubt.
Though I have to try and reach out.
If it fails then it is true.
From the start I have been doomed.
It's the death of hope, for a dope.
Always finding a way to choke.
It's almost over, the time has passed.
As have my pride and sense of class.
It's the death of hope.
The end of life.
Goodbye now I'll say goodnight.

poem by Michael McParland
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Dope Show

The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind, blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show

song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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A Game Played

It is a pleasure to have women;
Shameless, I go after women.
It is a pleasure to please kids.
Shameless, I beg or grab money.

Jealousy is in my root.
Guiltless, I wait for one’s down fall.
Revenge is in my tip.
Guiltless, I wait for a chance.

Vice is the inner part of life.
To uncover is a game played.

(28.06.2011)

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Wraith

VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Always uninvited/ off/unrespected, sometimes he creeps other times hes expected/He hangs out in bad neighborhoods up at the park/he will strike in broad daylight but prefers the dark/Three little kids caught inside a burning home/hell just sit there and wait for em/leave em alone!/As sure as were alive today and death is inevitable/hes waitin there watching through the eyes of a crow/fo sho/I know/yo.
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): Death is always at a time. Dont bother trying to run and hide. Take his hand cross to the other side (Step to the other side).
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Freeway intersections when the bars close, he loves em/Blew out traffic lights?/He hovers above em/And he loves the mother out of crackheads and heroin/rehab centers and caring mother always scaring him/Sharing them needles?/He encourages and raw sex. They got him working and steady collecting soul checks/Then again/What?/Nine times out of ten, I wish hed take me/Instead of some of these poor children we see/Im sayin/Skwoo/What?
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): Death is always at a time. No where to run. Dont bother trying to run and hide. No where to hide. Take his hand cross to the other side. Nothing to fear. Step to the other side! (Step to the other side)
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: He remains nameless but we call him the Wraith/He is the 6th Jokers Card of the Dark Carnival faith/Thats it, now your clock is ticking, every second counts/and everything you do thats right or wrong, it all amounts/And whether you going to heaven or hell/he doesnt care/hes only here to give you the death touch/and send you there/Most people fear him/because they dont understand/that once he finally touches you with death eternity can begin/Thats what the Im talkin about/Lotus/What/Mother /yea yeah/Woop Woop/Hoe
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): Death is always at a time. No where to run. Dont bother trying to run and hide. No where to hide. Take his hand cross to the other side. Nothing to fear. Step to the other side! (Step to the other side)

song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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