C'Mon

When he was a kid, he was the joker Low potential, straight mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair, leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey, take off the bra He's tryna hit a home run in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it opened him Creeped down an alley with a can of Rust-Oleum Canvas, that flat surface He learned quick to control the nervousness If it ain't building, he burnt the bridge And no, he don't give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way he's raised Southside Minne-Atmosphere Get you running from the cops just for practice here Well, what do you know? He got older Trying to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that cold And try to learn how to manage all the weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life Just a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up till the speakers cry And don't quit till you reach the sky C'mon (c'mon) C'mon (c'mon) C'mon (c'mon) C'mon (c'mon) And as an adult, he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that game textbook Stay original, be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the typical Feed your children, look out for your people Live and let live, and each one teach those Good luck and get a tight defense And I hope you can depend on your higher sense Plant them seeds, let 'em grow for it The follower's felons are fallen soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on your block Hey dope man, what you doing with the cash crop? Getting fat, fucking up fellow have-nots? Hey preacher, politician Is that the house that you live in? How's the kitchen? Hey policeman, don't bother Even as a kid I only played robbers and robbers Headphone activists, aggressive pacifists I ain't saying that you gotta kill cops Just look at your life, check what it's built off C'mon (c'mon) C'mon (c'mon) C'mon (c'mon) C'mon (c'mon)