Ill Manors Page #2
Especially any time Janet
Came around to f***
Get her fix while her kid, Chris
Waited around
'A nine-year-old boy
Who was healthy and loud
Considering when she was pregnant
She was smoking the brown
She was lucky that he wasn't born
Disabled or Down's.
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 told Chris
Still he ain't that dumb
He knows Kirby's upstairs
Bangin' his mum
While he's left in the basement
With some racist c*nt
Who's been waiting round for ever
For the motherfuckin' day to come
What an environment to raise a kid
Round crack dealers' houses
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, it 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 pass now
Kirby's cookin' up the crack
It's the new drug
1989 the year Chris
started selling draw
Picking up from Kirby
You'd think that after everything
That's happened he would treat him right
Not par him off
With just another ounce of weed
Cos a quarter of the bag
Is a bunch of f***in' seeds
Hundreds of 'em
And twigs the size of f***in' trees
But if he ever moaned
He'd get a slap across his cheek
1990 is the year that really took its toll
Cos 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
It's 1995
Now that he's older
Stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as bolders
But he hides it from his olders
He's been living on the far side
Since he was a yoot
But the way he lives now is a far cry
From the way he did in the past
Cos he's made his way out
From sellin' ounces to bars of weed
Out in the streets
Where people do their nasty deeds
He sees they're making money
(Shouts) You f***in' little c*nt!
What do you think you're doing? Hey?
That's our bread and butter,
that is!
Take that. Here you are.
Go on. F*** off!
It's all there.
And I've canned it an' all.
So, where was you last night?
I was groaning my f***in' tits off!
Hurry up. He's getting the gear.
(Shouting)
(Kirby) Get off me!
You're under arrest for the possession
of class-A drugs.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may...
Come on, Kirbs. Time to go.
Kirby!
(Reggae)
(Child sobs)
(Knocks on the door)
(Man 2) Who's that?
(Door squeaks)
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