Short Race

Lyrics

[Verse 1: GZA] He's running 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 moms a drug addict, she has a bug habit Was a Seventh Day Adventist who 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 His son, he don't have much to treasure And these kids that be getting on him, they do it for pleasure Demons are gradually growing 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 [Hook: Roc Marciano] 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? We want the strawberry shortcake Estate, behind the gate N.Y. State, why wait? We tryna get paid by the lick In each state, and do this shit at high pace [Verse 2: GZA] Under the dirt, there was nothing 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 And reality was such a high price to pay He was easy to recognize from his dress code Nothing 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 Suffering from two injuries and nine scars He said he'd give anything to be out the pen But it would be his permanent home until the end [Hook: Roc Marciano] 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? We want the strawberry shortcake Estate, behind the gate N.Y. State, why wait? We tryna get paid by the lick In each state, and do this shit at high pace [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] 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 Throwing rocks with my pitching arm More bricks than when the Knicks is on, I'm sitting on Shitting on your boss, been written off Shots I'm licking off, the top like a dipping sauce Ripping this raw like a kitchen chore That's a block not chicken broth Hold the pot with your mittens on Dicks kicking in the door, and went to pick me off like a lintball Jumped out the fifth floor, it's a pit fall When I hit the lawn, shit, it felt like a jigsaw Rather get hit at the board than to get tossed Went to court, got shipped off like a brick of soft [Hook: Roc Marciano] 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? We want the strawberry shortcake Estate, behind the gate N.Y. State, why wait? We tryna get paid by the lick In each state, and do this shit at high pace