Short Race Lyrics - Pro Tools - Gza

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 

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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? 

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 shit at high pace 

Under the dirt, there was nothin' 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 

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 

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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, nigga, 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 shit 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 

Shittin' 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, shit, 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, nigga, 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 shit at high pace