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 that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat surface He learned quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for practice here Well what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky, 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 gang 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 get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, politician is that the house you live in how's the kitchen hey policeman dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone activists aggressive pacifists i aint saying you gotta kill cops just look at your life check what its built off
