A thief from the beginning, I stole some lady’s womb.
Used it up for nine months, then jumped out of that tomb.
Five Finger Discount “Sticky Hands” was my given name,
And taking anything that wasn’t tied down was my game.
But I was a third string player, always dropping the ball.
Cops knew me as the thieving kid they’re taking to city hall.
I knew myself as nothing of wealth and I did not care at all.
And it wasn’t until a good long spell, rock bottom broke my fall.
So, I did the crimes and I did my times, and I turned my heart around.
I opened my mind and let love find, and grew it from the ground.
But I’m still a thief, the thing, you see, is now I steal negativity.
Like Robin Hood with a quiver of words, I’m giving back positivity.