C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the back Long hair leave a spot on the black board C'mon honey off that bra to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He learned quick to control the If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he dont give a damn what the is Chased all the saving grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the just for practice here what do ya know he got older Trying to apply 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 that'll keep us So turn it up the speakers cry And don't quit you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an he took a good look away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same So he fully understood that gang Stay be individual the pedal and never settle for the typical Feed your children look out for your Live and let live and one teach those Good get a tight defense And i you can depend on your higher sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey policeman bother even as a kid i only robbers and robbers activists aggressive i saying you gotta kill cops look at your life check what its built off