C’Mon Atmosphere

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