o c – story to tell lyrics
[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 n-gg-z 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 f-ck 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
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