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Lyrics: © flavien13 Went down to Emerald City, Burnt out cars, busted out windows, A town with no pity. I was new to the dark, Didn't know where to walk, Where to park my sorry butt. I nearly walked into him as He came out of the shadows, Tall and lean, thin drab coat Flapping in the breeze. "Aa-yuuuuh." "Scuse me, sir," I said. He took my arm and we walked. "Now young'un," he said, "I don't do that sir stuff, You call me Dope Head, everybody does. You mellow in, you mellow out. You smell that, boy, smells like life, Life swirlin' like smoke, Makin' life with every toke. Two kinds, you know, One makes you lazy, Other makes you crazy. I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, They come here cuz they can't be seen. People…oh yeah them people. Lots of diffunt ideas, you know. They think I'm loco, I don't blame 'em, I put the idea in they heads." "I dream people fly with birds, I dream they swim with fish, not in tanks, I dream they talk to rocks and trees, Like they used to, before banks. They call me Dope Head, Got whatchu ne-e-ed. My momma died when my baby was born No time for school anymore. Gotta stay on them feet, Gotta make them ends meet, Life's not always neat, you know. Now boy, you go home, You don't belong round here, Don't start off on a wrong foot, Life's a long road, you git now, hear?" He wandered off, coat still flapping, All the neighborhood's a-yapping, "Dope Head, whachu got ma-a-a-a-n." "Hey Dope Head, wait up." His voice trailed off as he replied, "They call me Dope Head, Got whatchu ne-e-ed. Aa-yuuuh, got whachu ne-e-e-ed."
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