C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the back Long hair leave a spot on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He learned quick to the nervousness If it buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a what the curfew is Chased away all the saving While old folks bitch 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 childhood showed him Everybody left out in that To try to learn how to manage all 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 quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an he took a good look Stayed from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same So he understood that gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the Feed your children look out for your Live and let live and each one those Good get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget about the folks on block hey what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the house you in the kitchen hey policeman dont even as a kid i only played and robbers headphone aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill just look at life check what its built off