Untold / unwritten

Untold / unwritten Lyrics

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I ain't never had no easy life, what I had ever didn't ever come from thinking twice. Put that
On everything (everything), everyone (everyone). Born to fill the prophecy the son of the
Seventh son.
I ain't never had no easy life, what I had ever didn't ever come from thinking twice. Put that
On everything (everything), everyone (everyone). Born to fill the prophecy the son of the
Seventh son.

I was born with a fork tounge, born to spit the wicked sh*t, childhood circumstances made the
Mother f**kin sh*t legit, even as a little kid I knew that most would hate me. My uncle tried
To kill me, that's the things that helped to make me. Lost up in my mind I never f**ked with
Any medications, slowly over time went from crazy in to desperation, never learned to cope with
Feelings, never felt a f**kin thang, never gave a f**kin enough so never placed no f**kin blame.
Neighbors talked about me, the knew somethin was wrong. Started chokin out my friends and they
Knew that I was gone. I was labeled as facies said I needed therapy, in and outa schools for
Drug abuses and vulgarities. Been away so many times to try to fix a broken child. he's so mean,
He's f**king sick, the little bastard never smiles. Alota doctors, teachers, family members and
They all say, I wanna take the time to thanks em for the man I am today.

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When the Devil came to Georgia, made his first stop in Covington. Looked me in the eyes and
Told me son you're the seventh one. Put your pen to paper, put your blood in every f**kin line
An angel on my shoulder put my blood in every f**kin rhyme. Is a little crazy but I got a way
That I can deal. Now I got some people understandin how the f**k I feel. Instead of choken
b**chs out and catchin me a murder case, I get up in the booth and let the mic. take these
b**chs place. Many trials and tribulations put me into situations. Went from sitting in the
Back to preaching to the congregation. Many tryed to dowse the flame, throw some salt up in my
Game, stab me in my f**kin back and I don't gotta say no names.
Came from rehabilitation, runnin streets and pocket change, now I hit the road in buses, people
Screamin out my name. I ain't think I make it, thought It'd die in less than what it's in but
I'm just gettin started let the age of the crow begin.

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