C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the door hair leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey take off bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned to control the nervousness If it aint he burnt the bridge And no he give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes Southside Get ya from the cops just for practice here what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood him Everybody left out in that 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 us high So it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the Even though he came from the same So he understood that gang textbook Stay original be Push the pedal and never for the typical Feed your children look out for people and let live and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on higher sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we it don't stop But forget about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey policeman dont even as a kid i only played robbers and headphone aggressive i saying you gotta kill cops just look at life check what its built off