Lyric Little Man

Keep both my eyes transfixed on the prize
A high-rise to the blue skies my piece of the pie
There s a hole in my heart that I know how to fill
That s to light my cigarettes with a hundred dollar bill
It s all about cash flow the California dream
To make the grade you gotta make the green
My friend I m the champion I ve no time for losers
Never ask for nothin cause beggars can t be choosers

Lookin our for number ones s a full time occupation
I ll give to me myself and I my own salvation
Some people try to tell me God can save me from my sin
But God can take a number and I ll pencil Him in
Busy oh so busy I got no time to search
My Sunday s are all booked I ve got no time for church
That s for those poor souls, dry as a stone
God bless this child cause this child s got His own.

Oh, let my pride fall down I m a little man

He who gets the most toys and dies is the winner
I m livin the high life with lobster tail dinners
My Lexus, my yacht, my gold chains and rings
These are a few of my favorite things
But most of all I keep my billfold the closest to my heart
House decorated with million dollar works of art
Roll with the Bigwigs they think I m the man
But then I stop and look and think about how big I really am

Mammon is an unforgiving God, I cast him away
I live my life to God, not to get paid
Money can t save your soul, don t think I can
I look to God and I feel like a little man.