[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 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 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      [Chorus: Rock Marcy]   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   N.Y. State, why wait?   You trying to get paid by the lake   In each state, and do the shit at high pace      [GZA]   Under the dirt, there was nothing 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   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 they house on sale   To post bail, but the kid still failed   I remember when he called collect from behind bars   Suffering from two injuries and nine scars   He said he'd give anything to be out the pen   But it would be his permanent home until the end      [Chorus]      [Rock Marcy]   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   Throwing rocks with my pitching arm   More bricks than when the Knicks is on, I'm sitting on   Shitting on your boss, been written off   Shots I'm licking off, the top like a different source   Ripping this raw like a kitchen chore   That's a block not chicken broth   Hold the pot with your mittens on   Dicks kicking in the door, and went to pick me off like a lintball   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      [Chorus]