You wake up with one thought in your mind: Why did your life turned into nightmare? You look in the mirror and just getting blind. Your days without drugs becoming so rare
Chorus: We don’t need dope! And don’t wanna smoking. We don’t need dope! We just gonna working. We can keep our lives free from this rubbish, Drugs is the choice of weak and the loafers
You never worked and never had a wish. You’re stealing food from stores and money from your parents. At morning and the evening a dope is your main dish. Did really all this shit was in your dreams?