Little Man (part 2) - 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?

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