C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, mediocre clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair leave a spot on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He learned quick to the nervousness If it aint he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn the curfew is away all the saving grace While old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for practice Well do ya know he got older Trying to what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders We all want the life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up the speakers cry And don't quit til' you the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look Stayed from the gangs and the crooks though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that gang Stay be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical Feed your children look out for your Live and let live and one teach those Good luck get a defense And i hope you can on your higher sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget about the folks on block hey dopeman you doin with the cash crop fuckin up fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey policeman bother even as a kid i only played and robbers headphone aggressive i saying you gotta kill cops just look at your check what its built off