There Is No Place Like Dope

I call it the land of Oz because there is no place like dope

It’s the voice behind the curtain and such a slippery slope

It’s the false sense of courage when you’ve lived a life of fears

It’s the wicked witch’s lies infiltrating your ears

It’s a way to cope with problems when your insides feel so numb

It’s the oil for your joints when you’re lazy and feel like a bum

It’s the field of poppy flowers that make you dance and leap

It’s a false sense of hope that’ll put you straight to sleep

It’s a false sense of wits and you think you’re using your brain

Until your world comes crashing down and hits you like a train