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Главная » 2009 » Апрель » 02 » Untold / Unwritten
Untold / Unwritten
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[Chorus:] 
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 shit, childhood circumstances made the 
mother fuckin shit 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 fucked with 
any medications, slowly over time went from crazy in to desperation, never learned to cope with 
feelings, never felt a fuckin thang, never gave a fuckin enough so never placed no fuckin 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. Hes so mean, 
he's fucking 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. 

[Chorus] 

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 fuckin line 
an angel on my shoulder put my blood in every fuckin rhyme. Is a little crazy but I got a way 
that I can deal. Now I got some people understandin how the fuck I feel. Instead of choken 
bitchs out and catchin me a murder case, I get up in the booth and let the mic. take these 
bitchs 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 fuckin back and I don't gotta say no names. 
Came from rehabilitation, runnin streets if I can 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. 

[Chorus]

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