He's runnin' in a race, shoelace untied down, facial expression he can't hide Kid with no direction, confused A victim who years being abused
His mom's a drug addict, she has a bug Was a seven day event, since she the Sabbath But she slid, or that's what the crack did She used to up under her sleeves, the track hid
A long time ago, the left the picture And as went 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
Demons are growin' inside him Way before he ever knew the would divide him A around himself had became a shell Was a whole new person by the time the fell
It's a short race, duck the court The pork chase, we had to walk straight You know the forte, nigga, it's a Or should I say a poor
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 at high pace
Under the dirt, there was nothin' left but A lot of tall grass his tombstone His mother left alone, her heart sorrow No time to play with the time we borrow
They live next door, but he was 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 fuse who was to lose in the struggle His grandparents went through a great of trouble To keep him out of jail, they put they house on sale To bail, but the kid still failed
I remember when he called collect from bars Sufferin' two injuries and nine scars He said give anythin' to be out the pen But it be his permanent home until the end
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You want to store very cake Estate, the gate, NY State, why wait? You to get paid by the lake In each state and do the shit at high
Wait, I got to get With a side of French fries, not kid Sixes fives, I off a pimp's vibe Is it the vines? Watch like a
rocks with my pitchin' arm More bricks than the Knicks is on, I'm sittin' on Shittin' on boss, been written off Shots I'm lickin' off the top a different source
Rippin' this raw a kitchen chore That's a block not broth Hold the pot your mittens on Dicks in the door And went to 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 Rather get hit at the board, to get tossed to court, got shipped off like a brick of soft
It's a short race, duck the dates The pork gave chase, we had to walk You know the forte, nigga, a portrait Or should I say a trait?
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