Gin Lane

VERSE 1
let me flip this beat to back in history for gin sippin freaks
specifically seventeen hundred british streets
dr crobe gives prescriptions for ailments
i fed them gin labelled as "medicine for ladies and gentlemen"
10 million gallons of gin shipped from the distillery annually
giving them infertility damages
they're all pissed off a shilling
the spirit sippers are casualties drinkin tipples
neglecting their children infants and families
puny brains addicted
they're curing baby sickness
with spoons they gave them fixes and used their favourite liquors
freaks pawned their wives to buy a sweet quarter bottle
auctioned daughters off as cheap whores to street corner brothels
selling sofas and chairs though it's opium they're wanting
gin soaked rogues
flogging homes in despair
reach the grocery where they stock:
"knock me down", "ladies delight"
head down gin lane for the night

HOOK
let me take a trip down gin lane
sip straight
love the fluid
mothers ruin
thats my drinks name
let me take a trip down gin lane
pissed
dazed
drunken
spewin
but its soothin when im in pain

VERSE 2
the masses smashed off this drink
fat cats had a think
to grab cash from this thing slapped tax on the gin
the biz crashed at this sting
got pushed underground
now gangs are the kings
bring goods smuggled now
drinks spilling in gin mills silly
still women in buildings sipping
dismissing ill children to visit gin lane
drink hitting kills pain
gin binger
warm in winter
flipping insane
drunk for a penny or smashed off a tuppence
like smack for the junk heads
mad for the substance
the gin black market
similar to cities where they sling smack
target who hits that garbage
i know the history
its my favourite tipple see
dr crobes special sauce
gin sipping pissy freak
city street sleeper
crumpled up in a dustbin
mumble stuff
and i'm clutchin on some flipping beefeater