C'Mon
Atmosphere Lyrics


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C'mon [repeated]

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 ain't buildin 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 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 [repeated]

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 don't bother
Even as a kid I only played robbers and robbers
Headphone activists
Aggressive pacifists
I ain't saying you gotta kill cops
Just look at your life check what it's built off





C'mon [repeated]

Overall Meaning

Atmosphere's song C'mon is an introspective track that delves into the life of its protagonist who started off as a class clown, yet gradually evolved into a responsible adult. The song traces his growth from an unambitious schoolboy who used to doodle on his desk to a person who learned to control his nervousness and channel his energy into his passion for graffiti. He used to sneak out with a can of rustoleum, patiently working on his canvas, learning to be original and individual. He acknowledges the lessons he learned in his childhood and how they helped him understand the gang textbook and avoid getting involved in drugs or crime, despite coming from the same neighborhood.


As an adult, he tries to set a good example for his children and looks out for his people. He asks rappers not to forget the folks on their blocks and not to just focus on their cash crop, warns politicians and preachers that their words and actions have consequences, and cautions headphone activists to check what their lives are built off. The song's central message is a call to strive for individuality, to be mindful of the impact of our actions on others, and to keep pushing ourselves to reach the sky.


The first verse sets up the character's backstory, showing how he slowly but surely charted his own course in life, while the second verse redraws lessons from his life to extend this call to action to a broader social scale. The track's mellow beat and recurring hook "C'mon" serve to underpin the song's message, underscoring the urgency of the call to action.


Line by Line Meaning

C'mon [repeated]
The artist urges the listeners to join him in his message to push through life’s struggles and strive for success.


When he was a kid he was the joker
The artist describes how he was known for his humorous nature during his childhood.


Low potential, straight mediocre
The artist admits to having low potential and possessing only average abilities.


Class clown, sneak off out the back door
The artist was the class clown and used to sneak out of school premises.


Long hair leave a grease spot on the black board
The artist admits to having long hair during his teenage years and leaving a lot of greasy residue on things he touched, such as blackboards.


C'mon honey take off that bra
The artist tries to coax someone into undressing, probably to engage in sexual activity.


Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's garage
The artist describes an attempt to engage in sexual activities in someone's mother's garage.


He loved graffiti, it opened him
The artist discusses his love for graffiti and how it helped him explore his artistic flair.


Creeped down the alley with a can of rustoleum
The artist describes sneaking into alleys with a can of Rustoleum spray paint to create his graffiti art.


Canvas, that flat surface
The artist acknowledges art's power of expression through a canvas and the ability to create art on any flat surface out there.


He learned quick to control the nervousness
The artist admits to having overcome his jitters and anxiety while creating graffiti art.


If it ain't buildin he burnt the bridge
The artist expresses how he burnt bridges to bring down things rather than building them.


And no he don't give a damn what the curfew is
The artist expresses his disregard for curfews and other societal norms which he views as restricting his freedom of expression.


Chased away all the saving grace
The artist acknowledges how his past actions may have impacted his interactions with some saved individuals from his community.


While them old folks bitch about the way hes raised
Older people from the community disapprove of the way the artist has grown up to become someone who challenges societal norms.


Southside Minneatmosphere
The artist describes his community from the south side of Minneapolis, Minnesota.


Get ya running from the cops just for practice here
The artist describes how members of his community are known for fleeing from the cops regularly, probably because of racial profiling faced by black people in America.


Well what do ya know he got older
The artist reflects on how he has grown older and hopefully wiser and responsible.


Trying to apply what childhood showed him
The artist states that he or she tries to apply what he or she learnt during childhood to current situations.


Everybody left out in that cold
The artist conveys that everyone has their own issues to grapple with, and one needs to be self-reliant to survive the challenges thrown in life's way.


To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his shoulders
The artist talks about the need to manage the stressors that come with life and carrying the weight of one's actions as one grows older.


We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high
The artist acknowledges that everyone wants an easy life and some form of happiness or gratification.


So turn it up til' the speakers cry
The artist urges listeners to crank up the volume of the music to the point that the singers can't handle it anymore.


And don't quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
The artist calls on everyone not to give up in life until they attain greater heights.


And as an adult he took a good look
The artist describes how he took a good look at his life and the things around him after growing older.


Stayed away from the gangs and the crooks
The artist avoided getting involved with gangs and other criminal activities despite growing up in an environment conducive to such acts.


Even though he came from the same neighborhood
The artist acknowledges that most people from his neighborhood end up either involved in gangs, drugs or other criminal activities regardless of the artist's actions.


So he fully understood that gang textbook
The artist studied the modus operandi of local gangs to avoid getting entangled with them.


Stay original be individual
The artist encourages others to remain true to themselves as an individual and embrace their unique personalities.


Push the pedal and never settle for the typical
The artist urges the listeners to aim high and go beyond the usual expectations society sets for them.


Feed your children look out for your people
The artist urges the listeners to put their families and their communities' interests ahead of their own.


Live and let live and each one teach those
The artist encourages people to live and let others live, and share their knowledge and experiences with others to help them grow.


Good luck get a tight defense
The artist acknowledges that life can be harsh, and one needs to put up the best defense possible to protect oneself from the challenges it poses.


And I hope you can depend on your higher sense
The artist hopes that people can rely on their sense of morality and ethical values to navigate through life's challenges.


Blanked emcees let em grow for
The artist acknowledges the need for the rap genre to evolve and make room for new and different styles of music.


The followers, felons, the fallen soldiers
The artist acknowledges that people from different backgrounds have contributed to hip-hop culture and its evolution.


Hey rapper, we know it don't stop
The artist acknowledges that the rap industry is always evolving and that it won’t stop anytime soon.


But don't forget about the folks on your block
The artist urges fellow rappers and people from the community not to forget their roots and the people from their immediate environment.


Hey dopeman what you doin with the cash crop
The artist questions the morality of drug dealers who exploit their own community for personal gain, making a connection between the violence of drug cartels and the purported “save” lifestyle of pharmaceutical companies.


Fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots
The artist criticizes drug dealers that profit off peoples' suffering, urging them to reinvest their wealth into those less fortunate and not just gain weight and flaunt their money.


Hey preacher, politician
The artist describes how influential figures in society such as religious leaders, politicians, and other public figures often have problematic histories themselves.


Is that the house you live in
The artist confronts people who preach one thing but do something entirely different behind the scenes.


How's the kitchen
The artist asks how these people’s lives and the choices they make impacts other people’s lives, including their own. The “kitchen” is a metaphor for people’s daily life and relationships with family and friends.


Hey policeman don't bother
The artist speaks about police brutality against people of his community and how it needs to stop.


Even as a kid I only played robbers and robbers
The artist describes how black children from his community are often perceived as caricatured versions of themselves, portrayed as either criminals or criminals-in-the-making as early as childhood.


Headphone activists
The artist describes people who are vocal and opinionated on social media platforms but are inactive when it comes to real-life activism or community involvement.


Aggressive pacifists
The artist describes people who are vocal and opinionated on social media platforms but are unable to follow through with the physical action that effective activism requires.


I ain't saying you gotta kill cops
The artist doesn't encourage or promote violence against the police but wants them to be held accountable for their actions and for there to be reform in the justice system.


Just look at your life check what it's built off
The artist urges the listeners to take a good look at their actions and choices in life and how they have influenced their present circumstances.




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