Mr dealer Mr dealer Mr drug In 1975 there was this chick named A pregnant heroin who said she didn't plan it So never thought to stop, or ever kick the Cos Kirby let her do it and she knew he had it in his cellar with Trevor another addict Who was at it like an trapped in an attic Sucking on an pump Though you never know by looking at him the cunt Who by 1983 was in the front he had a shaved head but still got mashed on drugs So Kirby didn't mind him hanging that much Especially anytime Janet came round to Get her fix while her kid Chris waited A nine year old boy he was healthy and Cos even when she was pregnant she was smoking tha And she was that he wasn't born disabled somehow Still when you're too loud you get a clap your head Kirby aint his dad but he does he says Stays in the cellar with Trev While Kirbys upstairs giving her meds At least thats what they tell still he aint that dumb He knows Kirbys banging his mum While h'es left in the basement with racist cunt been waiting round for ever for his mother fuckin day to come Mr drug What an environment to a kid Round crack dealers, heisters and pricks Trevor looted the place as well as maiming Left a scar on his face the same as his a razor blade yeah takes the piss Whether you or not man he's just a kid But thats what Trevor no one ever saw him after that 6 years past now hookin up the crack Its the new drug going crazy for 1989 the year Chris started draw Picking up from Kirby, scar beneath his eye after everything thats happened he would treat him right But him off with just another ounce of weed Cos a of the bag is a bunch of fuckin seeds Hundreds of them and twigs the of fuckin trees But if he ever moaned he get a slap across his 1990 is the year that really its toll Cos thats the year his mother Janet an overdose Of heroin and died, god rest her soul Now left to fend for himself all by his own Its 1995, now that he's older weighs on his shoulders as boulders, but he hides it from his olders He's been living on the far side since he was a But the way he now is a far cry From the way he, did in the cos he's his way up from sellin ounces to bars of weed Out In the streets, where people do their nasty He sees em making money so he wants a piece a man now, 21 years of age Its been a couple years Kirbys palms were raised Lost in anger, ended up across his cos he's a man now And knows he's past his stage of gettin beats Still that don't the way he treats Chris when he comes round to his, to get his Kirby dont his attitude he's cocky now believe So he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin seeds But Chris aint havin none of it he aint no kid now He squares up to Kirby who really dont that big now And really cant do shit now but pay Chris what he In weed but also cos that what Chris takes when he goes Kirby knows he's getting old, and what really hurts He cut out for this work the way he once was upon a time But he dont know no other way to make a living on the Selling drugs is all he's been, his way of getting by Then the cops come round, undercover feds come shut him down, him down 15 years away from now, the youth will grow big and strong and take of it all, the way it goes Mr drug Mr dealer Mr dealer...