C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the door Long hair leave a spot on the black board C'mon take off that bra to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He quick to control the nervousness If it buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old folks about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for practice Well what do ya he got older Trying to apply what showed him Everybody out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll us high So turn it up the speakers cry And quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the Even though he came from the neighborhood So he fully understood that textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the Feed your look out for your people Live and let and each one teach those Good get a tight defense And i hope you can on your higher sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen 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 that the you live in the kitchen hey policeman dont as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone pacifists i aint saying you gotta cops just look at your life check what its off