[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