C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, mediocre Class clown, off out the back door hair leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned quick to the nervousness If it aint he burnt the bridge And no he give a damn what the curfew is Chased all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes Minneatmosphere Get ya running the cops just for practice here what do ya know he got older Trying to what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that To try to learn how to all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky,
c'mon
And as an adult he a good look away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that textbook original be individual Push the and never settle for the typical Feed your look out for your people and let live and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on your sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in how's the hey dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and activists aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill just look at life check what its built off