GZA - Short Race lyrics

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 Sabbath But 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, n***a, 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 sh** at high pace Under the dirt, there was nothin' left but bones A lot of tall gra** 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, n***a, 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 sh** 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 sh**tin' 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, sh**, 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, n***a, 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 sh** at high pace