They Called Him Tiny Tim

Yeah they called him Tiny Tim....so dam tiny he fitted through the basketball rim everytime they were out yeah he was hiding in yeah, while they were out he was holding back from enjoyin the young life of sin but he cared little none for the drugz, the liquor or the shiny gin all he wanted was someone to care, someone to show him atleast a grin He was soo dam small people started calling him Nemo without the broken smaller fin while his peers were out making dough off dope he was out collecting cans of tin Light shone upon others dreams while upon his hopes the light remained dim He was hated on because the size and weight of his body, not the color of his skin half breed yeah he was as he played ball they laughed at how he came to their chin he was just a young boy living in a world of hateful men But he cared not cuz he would get the **** back up and try again they told him he would never BE that he would never succeed he would never be apart of something or anything but with a stroke of luck he doing something no more hiding and no more ****ing running People see his attitude and life now aint it stunning His life shooting off cant you see Tiny Tim with a Bazooka Gunning But now He living for something and dying for nothing he made it through high school while most his haters were frontin staying in school payed off now his life career is out on sidewalks jumping while he sees his past peers life out in the ghetto life with drugs and alcohol dumping He was gone for a minute lockdown but make way TINY TIM IS COMING