Drug Dealer

[Hook: Takura](x3) Mr. drug dealer [Verse 1: Plan B] 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 [Hook: Takura] [Verse 2: Plan B] 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 6 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 [Hook: Takura] [Verse 3: Plan B] 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 [Bridge: Takura] 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 [Hook: Takura](x12)