Cope

cop-ing

broke-n

Are we all left here to cope?

Is that why I always feel broken?

I’ve got a taste to start smoking

again

Gonna go buy from the strange men

again

People can’t moan

If they don’t have the weight from their crowns

No one wants to see us frown

Now it’s time to smoke my brown

People can’t moan

If they’re left alone

No one beside them

Except their phone

They tell us not to mope

But how did people used to cope?

Especially before they invented dope?

It seems to keep my friends together

Lost in the clouds, now until forever

To prat and not mope

To pray and to cope

To pray to cope

Whilst we sit around and smoke our dope

All those who say their woke

Try not to choke

When you’re buying from an unknown bloke

Whilst we sit around and share a smoke

I just forgot to laugh at the joke

Whilst trying to watch all my friends cope

I’ve almost given up hope

To believe in a world

Where I will not choke

I try to deny that I am broke

Whilst I share a smoke