Little Man (Part 1)

[Skinnyman] So now the Little Man's caught by the feds He's in a cell in he the parrow state Straight from the judge's courtrooms to the prison gates Sittin' in a sweatbox thinkin', he has to ride an eight Sittin' in a jail cell just eatin' food and pushin' weights Gettin' straight, hopin' his parole board can set a date Everyday he's made to just sit a wait makes him full of hate It makes the Screws with fuck me attitudes Leaves him baffled and confused, not knowin' what to do What path to choose or how he's gonna follow through Feelin' like the systems only set out for him to loose He's black-eyed, goes to his garden in the crack house Knocks on the door of the flats and pulls the gat out Shot the dealer in his chest, blew the brothers back out Said that, "I'm the big dog now" and chased the cats out To chat 'bout murderous ways that he would act out A brother rolled in money, so he beat him 'til he blacked out Took him to his mothers yard, bandaged up his yat’s mouth Tied the brother to the chair and pulled the baseball bat out He took the slack route, that was really his decision His freedom of will has left him with the life he's livin' So now Little Man, we see that look in your eyes Now that your beatin' and defeaten, institutionalised I said Little Man So, we see the look in your eyes Now that your beatin' and your defeaten, institutionalized