Atmosphere C'mon
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 let me take off the bra
Tryin' to hit a home run in your mom's garage
He loved graffiti, it opened him
Creep down the alley with a can of restoleum
Canvas that flat surface, then learn quick to control the nervousness
As if they 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 the old folks bitch about the way he's raised
South side minne-atmosphere
catch you runnin' from the cops, it's for practice here
But what do you know, he got older
Trying to apply what childhood showed him
Everybody left out in that cold
He tried to learn how to manage all the weight on his shoulders
We all want the easy life
Just a piece of the pie that will keep us high
So turn it up 'til the speakers cry
And don't quit 'til you reach the sky- 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
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 them grow for the followers felons
The fallen soldiers. Hey rapper we know it don't stop
So don't forget about the folks on your block
Hey dope man what you doin' with the cash crop
Gettin' fat, f..ckin' up fellow have-nots
Hey preacher, polotician is that the house you live in?
House and kitchen. Hey police man don't bother,
Even as a kid I only played robbers and robbers.
Hateful activists, Aggressive pacifists
I ain't saying that you have to kill cops
just look at your life, check what it's built off - C'MON
