C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, mediocre Class clown, off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black C'mon honey off that bra to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley with a can of Canvas, that flat He learned quick to control the If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving While old folks bitch about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the just for practice here Well do ya know he got older Trying to apply childhood showed him Everybody left out in cold To try to learn how to manage all that on his shoulders We all want the life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So it up til' the speakers cry And don't til' you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an adult he took a good Stayed away from the gangs and the Even he came from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook Stay original be Push the pedal and never for the typical your children look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach luck get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your higher Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget about the on your block hey dopeman you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have hey preacher, is that the house you in the kitchen hey policeman bother even as a kid i played robbers and robbers activists pacifists i aint saying you gotta cops just at your life check what its built off