Mr dealer Mr dealer Mr drug In 1975 was this chick named Janet A pregnant addict who said she didn't plan it So thought to stop, or ever kick the habit Cos let her do it and she knew he always had it Down in his with Trevor another addict Who was at it like an asthmatic in an attic Sucking on an pump Though you know by looking at him that's the cunt Who by 1983 was in the national Yeah he had a shaved head but still got mashed on So didn't mind him hanging round that much Especially anytime Janet came round to Get her fix while her kid waited around A year old boy he was healthy and loud Cos even when she was pregnant she was smoking tha And she was lucky he wasn't born disabled somehow Still when you're too you get a clap round your head Kirby his dad but he does what he says Stays downstairs in the cellar Trev While Kirbys upstairs giving her meds At least thats what they tell Chris still he aint that He Kirbys upstairs banging his mum While h'es left in the basement with some cunt Whos been waiting round for ever for his fuckin day to come Mr drug What an to raise a kid Round crack dealers, heisters and racist looted the place as well as maiming Chris Left a permanent scar on his the same as his With a razor blade yeah the piss Whether you prejudice or not man just a kid But thats what Trevor done no one saw him after that 6 years past now hookin up the crack Its the new everybodys going crazy for 1989 the Chris started selling draw Picking up from Kirby, scar there his eye Think after everything happened he would treat him right But palmed him off just another ounce of weed Cos a quarter of the bag is a of fuckin seeds Hundreds of them and twigs the size of trees But if he ever moaned he get a across his cheek 1990 is the year that took its toll Cos thats the year his Janet took an overdose Of and died, god rest her tortured soul Now he's left to fend for all by his own Its 1995, now that he's older stress on his shoulders Heavy as boulders, but he hides it his olders He's been on the far side since he was a youth But the way he now is a far cry the way he, did in the past cos he's Made his way up sellin ounces to bars of weed Out In the streets, where people do their deeds He sees em money so he wants a larger piece He's a man now, 21 of age Its been a couple years since Kirbys palms were Lost in anger, ended up across his cos he's a man now And Kirby he's past his stage of gettin beats Still that don't the way he treats Chris when he comes to his, to get his weed Kirby dont like his attitude cocky now believe So again he him off with more twigs and fuckin seeds But aint havin none of it he aint no little kid now He squares up to who really dont look that big now And really do shit now but pay Chris what he owes In weed but also pride cos that what Chris takes when he Kirby knows he's getting old, and thats what really He cut out for this work the way he once was upon a time But he know no other way to make a living on the grind Selling drugs is all been, his only way of getting by Then the cops come round, undercover feds shut him down, lock him down 15 away from now, the youth will grow big and strong and take control of it all, thats the way it Mr dealer Mr drug Mr dealer...