New Street - Dirty Dike
Yeah
I remember every second of youth's grief
My two feet stepping through
The sections of New Street
Have you ever seen death as a kid
Seen your best friends' parents injecting a pin
I was wise by age five heroin's grip
I saw my friends mom die right next to the bin
The lesson begins you've never seen
A hippy speed addict
Try and tell your little sister
That he's yet to breath magic
You ever seen your step dad in rage
And your mom press the buttons
For a smack in the face
So back in the days
I went to see my dad in a prison
If you've never seen that best be glad
That you didn't
From rags to the ribbons
I've been listening plus
I witnessed enough to disrupt
My vision of trust
Big and you're tough
As if you think I'm giving a f**k
I'm skinny and broke and hustling
So give me your stuff
Now I remember seeing Gary with the scabby arms
Peddling my raleigh past
His happy little scaggy stance
Puffy elbows were bigger than a tennis ball
Listen it's an intellect a kid
Could never get at school
I had stories
I didn't wanna tell a fool
And figured in my head
I wasn't living very well at all
And nothing in the f**king fridge was ever edible
Juggling the quids through the summer
At the festivals
The festivals
The festivals
The festivals
The festivals
The festivals
The festivals
The festivals