C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black C'mon take off that bra to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him down 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 give a damn what the curfew is away all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes Minneatmosphere Get ya from the cops just for practice here Well do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood him Everybody left out in cold To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie keep us high So turn it up the speakers cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky,
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And as an adult he took a good Stayed away the gangs and the crooks Even he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical your children look out for your people Live and let and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on your higher Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't about the folks on your block hey what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in the kitchen hey dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and headphone pacifists i aint saying you gotta kill look at your life check what its built off