Drug Dealer
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In 1975, there was this chick named JanetA pregnant heroin addict who said she didn’t plan itSo never thought to stop, or ever kick the habit'Cause Kirby let her do it and she knew he always had itDown in his cellar with Trevor, another addictWho was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an atticSucking on an asthma pumpThough you never know by looking at him that's the cuntWho by 1983 was in the National Front,Yeah he had a shaved head but still got mashed on drugsSo Kirby didn't mind him hanging round that muchEspecially any time Janet came around to fuckGet her fix while her kid Chris waited aroundA nine-year-old boy he was healthy and loud'Cause even when she was pregnant she was smoking the brownAnd she was lucky that he wasn't born disabled somehowStill when you're too loud you get a clap round your headKirby ain't his dad but he does what he saysStays downstairs in the cellar with TrevWhile Kirby's upstairs giving Janet her medsAt least that's what they tell Chris, still he ain't that dumbHe knows Kirby's upstairs banging his mumWhile he's left in the basement with some racist cuntWho's been waiting round forever for this mother fuckin' day to come
Mr. drug dealer
What an enviroment to raise a kidRound crack dealers, heisters and racist pricksTrevor, looted the place as well as maiming ChrisLeft a permanent scar on his face, the same as hisWith a, razor blade yeah takes the pissWhether you're prejudiced or not man he's just a kidBut that's what Trevor done no one ever saw him after thatSix years past Kirby's hookin' up the crackIt's the new drug everybody's going crazy for1989 the year Chris started selling drawPicking up from Kirby, scar there beneath his eyeThink after everything that's happened he would treat him rightNot palm him off with just another ounce of weed'Cause a quarter off the bag is a bunch of fucking seedsHundreds of 'em and twigs the size of fuckin' treesBut if he ever moaned he'd get a slap across his cheek1990 is the year that really took its toll'Cause that's the year his mother Janet took an overdose of heroin and died, God rest her tortured soulNow 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 shouldersHeavy as boulders but he hides it from his oldersHe's been living on the far side since he was a youthBut the way he lives now is a far cryFrom the way he lived in the past cos he'sMade his way up from selling ounces to bars of weedOut in the streets, where people do their nasty deedsHe sees 'em making money so he wants a larger pieceHe's a man now, 21 years of ageIt's been a couple years since Kirby's palms were raisedLost in anger, ended up across his face 'cause he's a man nowAnd Kirby knows he's past his age of getting beatsStill that don't change the way he treatsChris when he goes round to his to get his weedKirby don't like his attitude, he's cocky now believeSo again he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin' seedsBut Chris ain't having none of it, he ain't no little kid nowHe squares up to Kirby who really don't look that big nowAnd really can't do shit now but pay Chris what he owesAnd weed but also pride 'cause that's what Chris takes when he goesKirby knows he's getting old, and that's what really hurtsHe ain't cut out for this work the way he was upon a timeBut he don't know no other way to make a living on the grindSelling drugs has always been his only way of getting by
Then the cops come round, undercover fed come shut him downLock him down, 15 years away from nowThe youth will grow, a big and strong and take controlOf it all, that's the way it goes
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