C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat 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 away all the saving While them old folks bitch the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for practice Well what do ya know he got Trying to apply what childhood him left out in that cold To try to learn how to all that weight on his shoulders We all the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up the speakers cry And don't quit you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he took a good away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the neighborhood So he fully understood that gang Stay be individual Push the and never settle for the typical Feed your children look out for people Live and let and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget about the on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey policeman dont even as a kid i played robbers and robbers activists aggressive i aint saying you kill cops just look at your life check its built off