| He's runnin' in a short race, shoelace untied | |
| Head down, facial expression he can't hide | |
| Kid with no direction, seems confused | |
| A victim who spent years being abused | |
| His mom's a drug addict, she has a bug habit | |
| Was a seven day event, since she celebrated the | |
| SabbathBut she back slid, or that's what the crack did | |
| She used to shoot up under her sleeves, the track hid | |
| A long time ago, the father left the picture | |
| And as time went on, he was erased from the scripture | |
| The son, he don't have much to treasure | |
| And these kids that be gettin' on him, they do it for pleasure | |
| Demons are gradually growin' inside him | |
| Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him | |
| A wall around himself had became a shell | |
| Was a whole new person by the time the bricks fell | |
| It's a short race, duck the court dates | |
| The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight | |
| You know the forte, nigga, it's a portrait | |
| Or should | |
| I say a poor trait? | |
| You want to store very short cake | |
| Estate, behind the gate, | |
| NY State, why wait? | |
| You tryin' to get paid by the lake | |
| In each state and do the shit at high pace | |
| Under the dirt, there was nothin' left but bones | |
| A lot of tall grass around his tombstone | |
| His mother left alone, her heart felt sorrow | |
| No time to play with the precious time we borrow | |
| They live next door, but he was worlds away | |
| In reality, but such a high price to pay | |
| He was easy to recognize from his dress code | |
| Nothin' but a firework about to explode | |
| A short fuse who was bound to lose in the struggle | |
| His grandparents went through a great deal of trouble | |
| To keep him out of jail, they even put they house on sale | |
| To post bail, but the kid still failed | |
| I remember when he called collect from behind bars | |
| Sufferin' from two injuries and nine scars | |
| He said he'd give anythin' to be out the pen | |
| But it would be his permanent home until the end | |
| It's a short race, duck the court dates | |
| The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight | |
| You know the forte, nigga, it's a portrait | |
| Or should | |
| I say a poor trait? | |
| You want to store very short cake | |
| Estate, behind the gate, | |
| NY State, why wait? | |
| You tryin' to get paid by the lake | |
| In each state and do the shit at high pace | |
| Wait, I got to get mines | |
| With a side of | |
| French fries, not kid sized | |
| Sixes fives, | |
| I give off a pimp's vibe | |
| Is it the vines? | |
| Watch like a sitcom | |
| Throwin' rocks with my pitchin' arm | |
| More bricks than when the | |
| Knicks is on, | |
| I'm sittin' on | |
| Shittin' on your boss, been written off | |
| Shots I'm lickin' off the top like a different source | |
| Rippin' this raw like a kitchen chore | |
| That's a block not chicken broth | |
| Hold the pot with your mittens on | |
| Dicks kickin' in the door | |
| And went to pick me off like a lint ball | |
| Jumped out the fifth floor, it's a pit fall | |
| When I hit the lawn, shit, it fell like a jigsaw | |
| Rather get hit at the board, then to get tossed | |
| Went to court, got shipped off like a brick of soft | |
| It's a short race, duck the court dates | |
| The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight | |
| You know the forte, nigga, it's a portrait | |
| Or should | |
| I say a poor trait? | |
| You want to store very short cake | |
| Estate, behind the gate, | |
| NY State, why wait? | |
| You tryin' to get paid by the lake | |
| In each state and do the shit at high pace |
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