Big Buck Star Lyrics | Caxton Press

Meet this young guy named Buck,
A smart boy who had a life but somehow got stuck,
He’d triple S, Shit, shower, shave, 3 times a day,
Clean as you like till he met the white stick Jay,
Things were smooth, he learned to make a profit off hash,
Chop, bag, some for himself and the rest cash,
That undermined him, he held a steady hand through his art,
He could turn a blank piece of paper into pure class,
I used to like him, we’d spend our lunchtimes getting blazed,
A connoisseur, the first to introduce me to haze,
Torn between the white collar and the speed of success,
Mixed with a love for drugs, quick money and sex,
He was large, could scare the bigger man on the block,
Never met his match, he could beat a man on the spot,
Not his way but he knew that he could do it if he had to,
Leave you with a cracked tooth, then walk off and strap zoots,
Buck was a figure you could easily identify,
Height would leave you mesmerised, certainly a better guy,
Test his patience, he would run in your house,
Punch up your mouth, his strength wasn’t nothing to doubt,
But when I say he never met his match, that was a lie,
He met his maker in the form of a tab,
Didn’t quite master the high he took for granted,
Fucked with the wrong bitch and now his life was slanted,
He would take it out on people till the cows come home,
But nothings worse than a mental battle up in your dome,
I take my time out to reminisce the man that I knew,
Pour a glass every year for the Buck that had grew,
It takes me back to days fishing on the side of the Thames,
And how I wish I could relive all of those times again,
A closed chapter but now comes the worst of it all,
I’m still remembering the day that I received the call,
We were in Notts, studying for life as a bum,
Both learned that education never taught us the sums,
Weed and drink was our education, nuff said,
Until my presence got replaced by the voice in his head,
He went mad, paranoia to the highest degree,
There was a time when the bredder tried to fight with me,
Barricaded our front door, needed more then a key,
Cos’ he thought that someone else would wanna see him deceased,
Deep down I knew the drink was talking,
Like the twin towers, its hard to see this figure falling,
Hit the morning, see him sat with no sleep not yawning,
Working out conspiracies the voice is calling,
Convinced that everything in his life was a scam,
Got tired of giving and never getting it back,
His life was fishing, art, bud and sesame snaps,
Turned to living fast, drugs, mashed in derelict flats,
Cemetery dancing, more taking and less asking,
False prospect, pure fakes seem enhancing,
There’s less margin, when the profit seems obvious,
Until your bodies buried in a coffin or sarcophagus,
But he knew that it was them that didn’t understand,
Always thought he’d have a chance to live inside his wonderland,
The doctor called and he was moved into care,
But couldn’t take being told that his mind wasn’t there,
So the day came his dad picked him up at his flat,
Tried to carry on but something was pulling him back,
It was society that let him down, he’d prefer it with his head in clouds,
Had to put his guard up not let it down,
So he decided he would call it a day,
Hang up his boots and this is why I’m calling his name,
Big Buck star, shining bright, holding it down,
For every step that you took, left a hole in the ground,
And every word that you spoke is like a poetry cloud,
Just reminiscing all the times we were moping around,
Without nothing much to do except smoke and be proud,
Put the world to rights, that’s what our flo was about…..

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