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