Plan B, Takura - Drug Dealer lyrics

Mr drug dealer mr drug dealer mr drug dealer

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 mr drug dealer

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 it's 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

Mr drug dealer

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

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

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Mr drug dealer mr drug dealer