Plan B - Drug Dealer lyrics

Mr drug dealer Mr drug dealer Mr drug dealer The night is ‘75 there was this chick named Janet A pregnant h**n addict who said she didn't plan it So never thought to stop, or ever kick the habit Cos 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 s**ing on an asthma pump Though you never know by looking at him that's the c*nt Who by 1983 was in the national front Yeah he had a shaved head but still got mashed on d** So Kirby didn't mind him hanging round that much Especially anytime Janet came round to f** Get her fix while her kid Chris waited around A nine year old boy he was healthy and loud Cos even when she was pregnant she was smoking tha 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 aint 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 aint that dumb He knows Kirby's upstairs banging his mum While he's left in the basement with some racist c*nt Who's been waiting round for ever for his mother f**in day to come Mr drug dealer What an environment 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 prejudice or not man he's just a kid But that's what Trevor done no one ever saw him after that 6 years past now 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 But palmed him off with just another ounce of weed Cos a quarter of the bag is a bunch of f**ing seeds Hundreds of them and twigs the size of f**ing trees But if he ever moaned he get a slap across his cheek 1990 is the year that really took its toll Cos that's the year his mother Janet took an overdose Of h**n and died, God rest her tortured soul Now he's left to fend for himself or by his own Mr. Drug Dealer Its 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 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 cos he's a man now And Kirby knows he's past his stage of gettin beats 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 co*ky now believe So again he palms him off with more twigs and f**ing seeds But Chris aint havin none of it he aint no little kid now He squares up to Kirby who really don't look that big now And really can't do sh** now but pay Chris what he owes In weed but also pride cos that what Chris takes when he goes Kirby knows he's getting old, and that's what really hurts He aint cut out for this work the way he once was upon a time But he don't know no other way to make a living on the grind Selling d** is all he's 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 big and strong and take control hav it all, that's the way it goes Mr drug dealer Mr drug dealer Mr drug dealer...