Little Man (Part 1)

[Skinnyman]
So now the Little Man's caught by the feds
He's in a cell, he's in a 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
Inmates to screws with fuckery 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 system's only set up for him to lose
He's back out, goes to his yard and then 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 bredder owed him money, so he beat him 'til he blacked out
Took him to his mothers yard, banded 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 beaten and defeated, institutionalised
I said Little Man so, we see the look in your eyes
Now that your beaten and your defeated, institutionalized