C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the back Long leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He loved graffiti, it him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned quick to the nervousness If it buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes Southside Get ya running the cops just for practice here Well do ya know he got older to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that To try to how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie keep us high So turn it up the speakers cry And don't til' you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he a good look Stayed away the gangs and the crooks Even though he from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook Stay original be the pedal 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 you can depend on your higher sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget about the folks on your hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in how's the hey policeman bother as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i aint you gotta kill cops just look at life check what its built off