Short Race chords by GZA, The Genius

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Verse 1
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He's running in a short race,
shoelace untied, head down,
facial expression he can't hide,
keep in no direction, seems confused,
a victim who spent years being abused,
his mom's a drug addict,
she has a bug habit,
was a 7 day Adventist
who celebrated the Sabbath but
She backslid,
or that's what the crack did
She used to shoot up
under her sleeves to trackhead
A long time ago, the father left the picture
And as time went on,
he was erased from the scripture
Son, you 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
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 portrait?
We went to store very short, K
It's state behind the gate
And why state? Why wait?
We tryna get paid by the lake
It ain't safe,
and do this shit at high pace
Under the dirt,
there was nothing left but bones
A lot of tall grass around this 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 with 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 their house
on sale to post bail
But the kid, he still failed
I remember when he caught
collect from behind bars
Suffering from two injuries
and nine scars
He said he'd give anything
to be out the tent
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 portrait?
We want the store, but we short -cake
It's state behind the gate
And why state?
Why wait?
We tryna get paid by the lake
In each state,
and do this shit at high pace
Wait, I gotta get mines
With a side of french fries,
not kid's size
Sixes, fives, I give off a pimp's vibe
Is it Devine's?
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 ball's been written off,
shots I'm lickin' off the top
like a dippin' sauce
Whippin' this raw like a kitchen chore
That's a block, not chicken broth
Hole a pot with your mittens on
Dicks kickin' in the door
And went to pick me off like a limp ball
Jumped out the fifth floor, it's a pitfall
When I hit the lawn,
shit, it felt like a jigsaw
Rather get hit at the bar
than to get torched
Went to court,
got shipped off like a brick of salt
It's a short race, duck court days
The port gave chase,
we had to walk straight
You know the forte, nigga, it's a portrait
Or should I say a portrait?
We went to store, but we short -caped
The state behind the gate
And while I stay, while I wait
I'm tryna get paid by the lake
And each state
And do this shit at high pace
Thanks watching!