New Street

[Verse 1: Dirty Dike] I remember every second of youth's grief My two feet stepping through the sections of New Street Have you ever seen death as a kid? Seen your best friends' parents injecting a pin? I was wise by age five, heroin's grip I saw my friends mom die right next to the bin The lesson begins, you've never seen a hippy speed addict Try and tell your little sister that he's yet to breath magic You ever seen your step dad in rage? And your mom press the buttons for a smack in the face? So back in the days, I went to see my dad in a prison If you've never seen that best be glad that you didn't From rags to the ribbons I've been listening plus I witnessed enough to disrupt my vision of trust Big and you're tough? As if you think I'm giving a fuck I'm skinny and broke and hustling so give me your stuff! Now I remember seeing Gary with the scabby arms Peddling my raleigh past his happy little scaggy stance Puffy elbows were bigger than a tennis ball Listen it's an intellect a kid could never get at school I had stories I didn't wanna tell a fool And figured in my head I wasn't living very well at all And nothing in the fucking fridge was ever edible Juggling the quids through the summer at the festivals