C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair leave a grease on the black board C'mon take 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 the nervousness If it buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old folks bitch the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya from the cops just for practice here Well do ya know he got older Trying to apply what showed him left out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us 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 good Stayed away from the gangs and the Even though he came the same neighborhood So he fully understood gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the Feed your look out for your people Live and let live and each one those Good luck get a defense And i hope you can on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we it don't stop But don't forget the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in the kitchen hey policeman dont even as a kid i played robbers and robbers headphone pacifists i saying you gotta kill cops just look at your life check what its off