Mr dealer Mr drug Mr dealer In there was this chick named Janet A heroin addict who said she didn't plan it So never thought to stop, or ever the habit Cos Kirby let her do it and she he always had it Down in his with Trevor another addict Who was at it like an trapped in an attic on an asthma pump Though you never know by at him that's the cunt Who by 1983 was in the national Yeah he had a shaved head but still got on drugs So Kirby didn't mind him round that much anytime Janet came round to fuck Get her fix her kid Chris waited around A nine year old boy he was healthy and Cos when she was pregnant she was smoking tha brown And she was lucky that he born disabled somehow Still when you're too loud you get a round your head aint his dad but he does what he says Stays in the cellar with Trev Kirbys upstairs giving Janet her meds At least thats what they Chris still he aint that dumb He knows Kirbys banging his mum h'es left in the basement with some racist cunt Whos been waiting for ever for his mother fuckin day to come Mr dealer an environment to raise a kid Round crack dealers, and racist pricks Trevor looted the place as well as Chris Left a scar on his face the same as his With a razor blade takes the piss Whether you or not man he's just a kid But thats what Trevor done no one ever saw him that 6 past now Kirbys hookin up the crack Its the new drug everybodys crazy for 1989 the year Chris selling draw Picking up Kirby, scar there beneath his eye Think after everything thats happened he would him right But palmed him off with just another of weed Cos a quarter of the bag is a bunch of fuckin Hundreds of and twigs the size of fuckin trees But if he ever moaned he get a across his cheek is the year that really took its toll Cos thats the year his mother Janet an overdose Of and died, god rest her tortured soul Now he's left to for himself all by his own Its 1995, now that he's older weighs 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 do their nasty deeds He sees em money so he wants a larger piece a man now, 21 years of age Its a couple years since Kirbys palms were raised Lost in anger, ended up across his face cos a man now And Kirby knows he's past his stage of beats that don't change the way he treats Chris when he round to his, to get his weed Kirby dont his attitude he's 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 Kirby who really look that big now And really cant do now but pay Chris what he owes In weed but also pride cos that what Chris takes when he Kirby knows he's old, and thats what really hurts He aint cut out for this work the way he once was upon a But he dont know no other way to make a on the grind Selling is all he's been, his only way of getting by Then the come round, undercover feds come shut him down, lock him down 15 years away from now, the will grow big and strong and take control of it all, the way it goes Mr drug Mr dealer Mr dealer...