New Street - Dirty Dike

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 mum 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 mum 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 fuck

I’m skinny and bruck 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 fucking fridge was ever edible

Juggling the quids through the summer at the festivals