Herbalist to Alchemist

Now heads and junkies gather round
And listen to my story
About a merchant with a heart
And how he sought his glory

He wasn't like those other guys
just trading for the gain
Disgusted by the world he saw
He tried to ease their pain

He'd say "just show me where it hurts"
And he'd give them their money's worth
He was a favorite of the tramps
'Cos they could pay him with foodstamps

He catered to their every need
He even sold clean kits
From go-fast down to firewood
He always had the shit

There was no trade he would not make
He'd take TV's and drills
So they'd bring him their stolen goods
And he'd give them their thrills

They'd come and tell him where it hurts
And get more than their money's worth
He was a favorite of the hoods
'Cos he accepted stolen goods

But with rooms filled with stolen shit
He had to watch his back
He hardly ate, rarely slept
And had panic attacks

Now all his clients owe him cash
That he will never see
He thinks now maybe being nice
Was not the way to be