Little Big Man
By Idris Goodwin
Young shorty with his finger flipped up cap twist up
Thinking he fifty wishing for a goblet to sip from
Mouth full of attitude he steps like a video
Talking bout "fa' sho, on the hella, for real though"
Issues like subscription and he need a prescription
Chasin skirt trying not to work and living in fiction
The radio diluted him
Watered down his phrase
Loud keep talking but got nuthin' to say
Say the streets is real but he cant explain it
Certainly not why his brothers and sister blood stains it
swagger he parades like a television
Thinking he serving something but they serving him
He got drugs for them
They got bars for him
He got jokes for them
They just laugh at him
He affiliated with folks he think is his family
But after he try to walk they serve him some battery
No ethic/ cuz he ethnic/ or so he excuses
He aint with nuthin/ except doing nuthin
And being useless
He think he Cant be no urkel
He think it better to just be like a turtle
Slow motion this juvenile
quick to knock somebody style
Somebody weight
Somebody Height, Dress and profile
He a real American now
out for self
Out for Tony Montana's slogan and infinite wealth
these talkers he think are heroes
are lost souls like him
all spit and no teeth/ I just wanna ask him
Why throwback when you can go forward
You tougher than you think
even though you think ya tortured
didn't know that
well
do some exploring
Before the bars slam
and the tears start pouring
Little big man with hands that can peel flesh
Better than Roy
Later there be a chest spreader
Opening boy
He talk slick to the wrong cat
Someone who was him
An insecure urchin
When a real tough chin
Someone who was servin
But not like a waiter
Someone putting in work since they was an eight grader
and this someoneÕs servin something
Not from heart or head
He servin from the hands
A bunch of hot ass lead
Boy don't run instead
He awaits the lead
He awaits the death
He think it'll make him a man
From his undernourished torso - he bled
here comes the end
The closely credits of a young cat that love to pretend
He was blacker than cold
harder than emptiness
trying to be defined through the violence
Like he was 50 cent
Why throwback when you can go forward
You tougher than you think even though you think ya tortured
didn't know that
well
do some exploring
Before that casket slam and the tears start pouring
Why throwback when you can go forward
You tougher than you think even though you think ya tortured
didn't know that
well
do some exploring
Before that casket slam and the tears start pouring
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