C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre clown, sneak off out the back door Long leave a grease spot on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley with a can of Canvas, that surface He quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont give a damn what the is Chased away all the saving While old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the just for practice here Well what do ya he got older Trying to apply childhood showed him Everybody left out in that 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 til' the cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky,
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look away from the gangs and the crooks Even he came from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and settle for the typical Feed your look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach Good get a tight defense And i hope you can on your higher sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it 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 that the house you in how's the hey policeman dont even as a kid i only played robbers and activists aggressive i aint saying you gotta cops look at your life check what its built off