Drug Dealer (feat. Takura)

Mr. Drug Dealer

Mr. Drug Dealer

Mr. Drug Dealer

In 1975 there was this chick named Janet

A pregnant heroin addict who said she didn't plan it

So never fought to stop or ever kick the habit

'Cause Kirby let her do it and she knew he always had it

Down in the cellar with Trevor and other addicts

Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic

Sucking on an asthma pump though you'd never know

By looking at him, that's the cunt who by 1983

Was in the national front, yeah, he had a shaved head

But still got mashed on drugs so Kirby didn't mind

Him hanging 'round that much 'specially any time

Janet came 'round to fuck, get her fix while

Her kid Chris waited around, a 9 year old

Boy who was healthy and loud, considering when

She was pregnant she was smoking her brand

And she was lucky that he wasn't born disabled somehow

Still when you're too loud you clap 'round your head

Kirby ain't his dad but he does what he says

Stays downstairs in the cellar with Trev

While Kirby's upstairs giving Janet her meds

At least that's what they told Chris, still he ain't that dumb

He knows Kirby's upstairs banging his mum

While he's left in the basement with some racist cunt

Who's been waiting 'round forever for this motherfucking day to come

Mr. Drug Dealer

What an environment to raise a kid

'Round crack dealers houses and racist pricks

Trever looted the place as well as maiming Chris

Left a permanent scar on his face the same as his

With a razor blade, yeah, it takes the piss

Whether you're prejudice or not, man, he's just a kid

But that's what Trevor done, no one never saw him after that

Six years past now Kirby's cooking up the crack

It's the new drug everybody's going crazy for

In 1989, the year Chris started selling dro'

Picking up from Kirby, scar there beneath his eye

Think after everything that's happened he would treat him right

Not palm him off with just another, an ounce of weed

'Cause a quarter of the bag is a bunch of fucking seeds

Hundreds of 'em and twigs the size of fucking trees

But if he ever moan he get a slap across his cheek

1990 is the year that really took it's toll

'Cause that's the year his mother Janet took an overdose

Of heroin and died, God rest her tortured soul

Now he's left to fend for himself all by his own

Mr. Drug Dealer

It's 1995

Now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders

Heavy as boulders but he hides it from his olders

He's been living on the far side since he was a youth

But the way he lives now is a far cry

From the way he did in the past 'cause he's

Made his way up from selling ounces to bars of weed

Out in the streets where people do the nasty deeds

He sees they're making money so he wants a larger piece

He's a man now, 21 years of age

It's been a couple years since Kirby's palms were raised

Last in anger, ended up across his face

'Cause he's a man now and Kirby knows he's past the stage

Of getting beat, still that don't change the way he treats

Chris when he comes 'round to his to get his weed

Kirby don't like his attitude, he's cocky now, believe

So again he palms him off with more twigs and fucking seeds

But Chris ain't having none of it, he ain't no little kid now

He squares up to Kirby who really don't look that big now

And really can't do shit now but pay Chris what he owes

And weed but also pride 'cause that's what Chris takes when he goes

Kirby knows he's getting old and that's what really hurts

He ain't cut out for this work the way he was once upon a time

But he don't know no other way to make a living on the grind

Selling drugs has always been his only way of getting by

Then the cops come 'round

Undercover fed come shot him down

Lock him down

15 years away from now

The youth will grow

Big and strong and take control

Have it ah, that's the way it goes

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