Short Race GZA (Ft. Roc Marciano)

[Verse 1: GZA]
He's running 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 moms a drug addict, she has a bug habit
Was a Seventh Day Adventist who 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
His son, he 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

[Hook: Roc Marciano]
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?
We want the strawberry shortcake
Estate, behind the gate
N.Y. State, why wait?
We tryna get paid by the lick
In each state, and do this shit at high pace