C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back Long hair a grease spot on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped the alley 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 give a damn the curfew is Chased away all the saving them old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for here what do ya know he got older Trying to what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his We all want the life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up the speakers cry And don't quit til' you the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look Stayed from the gangs and the crooks Even he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that gang original be individual Push the pedal and settle for the typical your children look out for your people Live and let live and each one those luck get a tight defense 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 about the folks on block hey dopeman you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey policeman dont even as a kid i played robbers and robbers activists aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill just look at your life check its built off