Drug Dealer lyrics

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 thought to stop, or ever kick the habit

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

Down in his cellar with Trevor, another addict

Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic

Sucking on an asthma pump

Though you 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

Especially any time Janet came around to fuck

Get her fix while her kid Chris waited around

A nine-year-old boy he was healthy and loud

'Cause even when she was pregnant she was smoking the brown

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

Still when you're too loud you get a 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 tell 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 mother fuckin' day to come

Mr. drug dealer

What an enviroment to raise a kid

Round crack dealers, heisters and racist pricks

Trevor, looted the place as well as maiming Chris

Left a permanent scar on his face, the same as his

With a, razor blade yeah takes the piss

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

But that's what Trevor done no one ever saw him after that

Six years past Kirby's hookin' up the crack

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

1989 the year Chris started selling draw

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 ounce of weed

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

Hundreds of 'em and twigs the size of fuckin' trees

But if he ever moaned he'd get a slap across his cheek

1990 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 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 lived in the past cos he's

Made his way up from selling ounces to bars of weed

Out in the streets, where people do their nasty deeds

He sees 'em 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

Lost in anger, ended up across his face 'cause he's a man now

And Kirby knows he's past his age of getting beats

Still that don't change the way he treats

Chris when he goes 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 fuckin' 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 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 shut him down

Lock him down, 15 years away from now

The youth will grow, a big and strong and take control

Of it all, that's the way it goes

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

Mr. drug dealer

• Artist:Plan B (UK)
• Album:ill Manors