C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the door hair leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that 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 all the saving grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya from the cops just for practice here what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what showed him Everybody out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't quit til' you the sky, c'mon
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And as an adult he took a look Stayed away from the and the crooks Even though he came from the neighborhood So he fully understood gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and settle for the typical Feed your look out for your people Live and let and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em 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 fellow nots hey preacher, is the house you live in how's the hey dont bother as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone pacifists i aint you gotta kill cops just look at life check what its built off