Mr drug Mr drug Mr dealer In 1975 there was 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 cellar with another addict Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an Sucking on an pump Though you know by looking at him that's the cunt Who by 1983 was in the front Yeah he had a shaved head but still got on drugs So Kirby mind him hanging round that much anytime Janet came round to fuck Get her fix her kid Chris waited around A nine year old boy he was and loud Cos even when she was pregnant she was tha brown And she was lucky that he wasn't born disabled Still when too loud you get a clap round your head Kirby his dad but he does what he says downstairs in the cellar with Trev While Kirbys upstairs Janet her meds At least thats what they tell Chris still he aint dumb He knows upstairs banging his mum While left in the basement with some racist cunt Whos been waiting round for ever for his fuckin day to come Mr dealer What an environment to a kid Round dealers, heisters and racist pricks Trevor looted the as well as maiming Chris Left a permanent scar on his face the as his With a razor blade yeah takes the Whether you or not man he's just a kid But what Trevor done no one ever saw him after that 6 years now Kirbys hookin up the crack Its the new drug everybodys going for the year Chris started selling draw Picking up Kirby, scar there beneath his eye after everything thats happened he would treat him right But palmed him off with another ounce of weed Cos a of the bag is a bunch of fuckin seeds Hundreds of and twigs the size of fuckin trees But if he ever he get a slap across his cheek 1990 is the year that took its toll Cos thats the year his mother Janet an overdose Of heroin and died, god rest her tortured Now he's left to fend for all by his own Its 1995, now he's older stress weighs on his shoulders Heavy as boulders, but he 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 the way he, did in the past cos he's Made his way up from sellin to bars of weed Out In the streets, where people do nasty deeds He sees em making money so he wants a piece a man now, 21 years of age Its been a couple years since Kirbys palms raised in anger, ended up across his face cos he's a man now And Kirby knows he's past his of gettin beats Still that don't the way he treats Chris he comes round to his, to get his weed Kirby like his attitude he's cocky now believe So again he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin But aint havin none of it he aint no little kid now He up to Kirby who really dont look that big now And really cant do now but pay Chris what he owes In weed but pride cos that what Chris takes when he goes Kirby knows he's old, and thats what really hurts He aint cut out for 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 been, his only way of getting by Then the cops come round, undercover feds shut him down, lock him down 15 years from now, the youth will grow big and strong and take control of it all, the way it goes Mr dealer Mr drug Mr dealer...