Story to Tell

[O.C.] Yo, born May 13th 'round seventy-one Vietnam was a memory before my birth Around the time Nicky Barnes era came to a close Too young to know yet, poppa told me later on The place was Brook-nam, BK, NY City Lovechild through a bond was me, so evidently The sperm the egg joined in between my mama loins Coulda been heads or tails like, flippin a coin Pops pull out of you here, wouldn't exist at all If mama eggs wasn't fertile wouldn't exist at all The creator gave a nod, I'm a gift to all Spring child like a flower, not born in the fall Fam came from the South but I was reared up North Portuguese grandmother, never met her before Pops say, I'm a mirror image of my grandpa All I say is strong genes be the only answer [O.C.] Yo, ever since I was a kid I was popular Seein my future through a pair of binoculars From the age of single digits up until my pre-teens Always had big dreams in mind, at the time So young, I didn't know my callin would be a rhyme Years later manifested in the form of a song Playin football, quarterback, O had a arm Two-hand touch, picture receiver goin long A young black version of Terry Bradshaw Older niggas on the block attention I captured Miraculous moves, maneuver with the ball in my palm Precise throwin first downs, hand-offs and throwin bombs Young Don, felt like Juan Girls would flirt but I didn't know how to respond Always knowin growin up I'd be a pro and not a con Brother from another mother locked up since eighty-one [O.C.] Yo - I'm still a young dude, at the same time grown Baby boy to my momma, the youngest of four My life's no fairytale, can't call me Cinder-fella Though life be like rain, my thoughts the umbrella O, got it covered it's a gift not a talent Bein bougie or corn-chip, I simply won't allow it My aura's like, well, it's hard to describe Let me just say I'm on the serious side Learned lessons from my hood that I dwelled in, resided Had my share of gettin drunk as fuck and gettin potted Gun in my waist, if I pull it bet I pop it Mush my nickname from a cousin I adopted Mic the legacy's on me, I got this Reppin when I holla, won't misuse or mock it The word spoken is truth; the labor that I put my momma through 'til now, to her I made a promise to