C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont a damn what the curfew is Chased all the saving grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops for practice here Well do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood him Everybody left out in that To try to how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So it up til' 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 Even though he from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that gang Stay original be Push the pedal and settle for the typical your children look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach luck get a tight defense And i you can depend on your higher sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is that the house you in how's the hey policeman dont even as a kid i only played and robbers activists aggressive i aint you gotta kill cops just look at life check what its built off