He's runnin' in a short race, untied Head down, facial expression he can't 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 her sleeves, the track hid
A long ago, the father left the picture And as time went on, he was erased from the The son, he don't much to treasure And these kids be gettin' on him, they do it for pleasure
are gradually growin' inside him Way before he ever knew the courts divide him A around himself had became a shell Was a whole new person by the time the bricks
It's a race, duck the court dates The pork gave chase, we had to walk You the forte, nigga, it's a portrait Or should I say a trait?
You want to store very cake Estate, behind the gate, NY State, why You tryin' to get paid by the In each state and do the shit at high
Under the dirt, there was left but bones A lot of tall grass his tombstone His mother left alone, her heart sorrow No time to play the precious time we borrow
They live door, but he was worlds away In reality, but a high price to pay He was easy to recognize from his code Nothin' but a firework about to
A short who was bound to lose in the struggle His grandparents went through a great of trouble To keep him out of jail, they even put they on sale To post bail, but the kid still
I remember when he called collect behind bars from two injuries and nine scars He he'd give anythin' to be out the pen But it would be his permanent until the end
It's a short race, duck the court The pork chase, we had to walk straight You know the forte, nigga, a portrait Or I say a poor trait?
You want to very short cake Estate, the gate, NY State, why wait? You tryin' to get paid by the In each state and do the shit at high
Wait, I got to get With a side of fries, not kid sized Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's Is it the Watch like a sitcom
rocks with my pitchin' arm More bricks than the Knicks is on, I'm sittin' on Shittin' on your boss, been off Shots I'm off the top like a different source
Rippin' this raw like a chore That's a block not broth the pot with your mittens on Dicks in the door And to pick me off like a lint ball
Jumped out the fifth floor, it's a pit When I hit the lawn, shit, it like a jigsaw get hit at the board, then to get tossed Went to court, got off like a brick of soft
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 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 at high pace