Artist: Plan B Album: Ill Manors Song: Drug Dealer Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ Takura Tendayi ] Mister Drug Dealer [ VERSE 1: Plan B ] In 1975 there was this chick named Janet A pregnant heroin addict who said she didn't plan it So never fought to stop or ever kick the habit Cause Kirby let her do it and she knew he always had it Down the cellar with Trevor, another addict Who was at like an asthmatic trapped in an attic Suckin on an asthma pod Though you'd never known by lookin 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 hangin round that much Specially any time Janet came round to fuck Get her fix while her kid Chris waited around A 9-year old boy who was healthy and loud Considerin when she was pregnant she was smokin the brown And she was lucky that he wasn't born disabled somehow Still when you're too large 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 givin Janet her meds At least that's what they told Chris, still he ain't that dumb He knows Kirby's upstairs bangin his mum But he's left in the basement with some racist cunt Who's been waitin round forever for this motherfuckin day to come [ Takura Tendayi ] Mister Drug Dealer [ VERSE 2: Plan B ] What an environment to raise a kid Around crack dealers, heisters and racist pricks Trevor looted the places well as maimin Chris Left a permanent scar on his face, the same as his With a razor blade, yeah he 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 Six years passed, now Kirby's lookin up to crack As the new drug everybody's goin crazy for Now in 1989 the year Chris started sellin draw Pickin up from Kirby, scar there beneath his eye Think after everything that's happened he would treat him right But palmed him off with just another ounce of weed Cause a quarter of the bag is a bunch of fuckin 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 its 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 [ Takura Tendayi ] Mister Drug Dealer [ VERSE 3: Plan B ] 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 livin on the far side since he was a youth But the way he lives now is a far cry from the way he did in the past Cause he's made his way up from sellin ounces to bars of weed Out in the streets where people do their nasty deeds It's easy makin 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 the stage Of gettin beats, still that don't change the way he treats Chris when he comes 'round to his to get his weed Kirby don't like his attitude, he's cocky now, believe So again he palms him off more twigs than fuckin seeds But Chris ain't havin 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 An weed, but also pride cause that's what Chris takes when he goes Kirby knows he's gettin old and that's what really hurts He ain't cut for this work the way he was once upon a time But he don't know no other way to make a livin on the grind Sellin drugs has always been his only way of gettin by [ Takura Tendayi ] Then the cops come round Undercover feds come shot him down Lock him down, 15 years away from now The youth will grow Big and strong and take control Have it all, that's the way it go Mister Drug Dealer