C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, mediocre Class clown, off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he give a damn what the curfew is away all the saving grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the just for practice here Well what do ya know he got Trying to apply what showed him Everybody left out in that To try to learn how to manage all that on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll us high So turn it up til' the cry And quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an adult he took a look Stayed away from the and the crooks though he came from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook original be individual Push the and never settle for the typical Feed your children out for your people Live and let live and each one teach Good get a tight 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 about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have hey preacher, is the house you live in how's the hey dont bother even as a kid i only robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill look at your life check what its built off