The Diamond Found In the Dirt

Let's take a trip back, It was 1992 A young lady had a baby, she didn't know what to do She didn't have any money Fortune Luck Or a house, Just a baby boy, Not even a spouse, As the years past She noticed her boy Was gifted By the time he could Write her mentality Shifted, She noticed he didn't Need toys Candy Or even kin Just sit him in a dark room And supply him Him with a pen, Suddenly there was Light She knew it deep within, This baby was a diamond with ghetto dirt in his mist, Born highly favored, John The Baptist He struggled to coexist Reminisced in the midst At times he would get Pissed Because he was born With a lisp, Again just his pen, He never fought with his fist, He had the heart of a lion, In order to be beat, You would need the heart of Jesse Owens In a early track meet, Jack Churchill in the mist of World War II, Also probably the money of the mighty Maloof's. The diamond in the dirt, Was finally set free The outside world Came to know this star to be I set out to Find him But he was absentee Until my mom gave me the mirror of life, I found out the Diamond was me...