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 niggaz 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