The Gift

I love you Gotti I love you Bro Thank you, Ms. O, you gave me a light gift Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift I might read a book in the morning, I might lift I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit Thank you, Ms. O, you gave me a light gift Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift I might read a book in the morning, I might lift I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit Grandma did a bid, Mama did a bid Mama just had to put dope ahead of the kids So the cycle recycled, When my turn came, what the f*ck could I do But ha-choo, and bless myself with state boots Step into the land of the giants in gray suits Sing Sing dreams at 20, there's so many Is anybody still in the town, don't know any Sha-Kim here, Shorty King here The homie Cross puttin' that chocolate up in the air And Ms. Ummmm, with her chocolate ass Got mirrors stickin' out of every bar she pass The God Jah passed the gas in B block Said if you don't know your lesson, you keep-locked And I had to respect that I knew he checked back, and his blade I'd catch that Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift I might read a book in the morning, I might lift I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift I might read a book in the morning, I might lift I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit Seventeen clicks of a calendar will challenge ya Hearing stories about your girl will off balance ya World crazy, I created another Then the God I-Khan sent the book to his brother Lost my mother and I barely cried The consequences of a homicide Shackled like Hannibal Lecter when they took him With two white men who ain't never been to Brooklyn Brought him back to the lies and dope I studied theology, it gave me rising hope I wrote for the A-team, I wrote for Bird Land Felt like Lil Wayne and Stone was Birdman Taught me Ptah and Amon Ra Rest in peace bro, King I be God Allah I was raised where the crooks at So when I made the board, I ain't never look back Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift I might read a book in the morning, I might lift I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit Thank you, Ms. O. You gave me a light gift Let me feel your ass through the bars on a night shift I might read a book in the morning, I might lift I might spin the yard with the God and I might spit To be a, to have, to have once been a criminal is no disgrace To remain a criminal is the disgrace I, I formerly was a criminal I formerly was in prison, I'm not ashamed of that