C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair leave a spot on the black board C'mon honey off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he dont give a what the curfew is away all the saving grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for practice Well do ya know he got older Trying to what childhood showed him left out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't quit you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an he took a good look Stayed from the gangs and the crooks Even he came from the same neighborhood So he fully that gang textbook original be individual Push the and never settle for the typical your children look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on your sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on your hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in how's the hey dont bother even as a kid i only played and robbers activists aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill just look at life check what its built off