Untold / Unwritten

Hey, hey..., HEY! Look what you've done (look what you've done...) Stupid little brat (stupid little brat...) How dare you (how dare you?) Stupid (stupid...) if you EVER! How dare you (how dare you?) What's wrong with you?! I ain't never had no easy life What I have become didn't come from thinkin' 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 have become didn't come from thinkin' twice Put that on everything (everything!) Everyone! (Everyone!) Born to fill the prophecy The son of the seventh son I was born with a forked tongue, born to spit the wicked shit Childhood circumstances made the motherfuckin' shit legit Even as a li'l kid, I knew that most would hate me My uncle tried to kill me, that's the things that help to make me Locked up in my mind, I never fucked wit' any medications Slowly, over time, went from crazy, into desperation Never learned to cope with feelings, never felt a fuckin' thing Never gave a fuck enough, so never placed no fuckin' blame Neighbors talked about me, they knew somethin' was wrong Started chokin' out my friends, and they knew that I was gone I was labeled as a bad seed, said I needed therapy In and out of schools for drug abuses and vulgarities Sent away so many times to try to fix a broken child He's so mean, he's fucking sick, the li'l bastard never smiles A lot a doctors, teachers, family members had they own say I wanna take the time to thank 'em, for the man I am today I ain't never had no easy life What I have become didn't come from thinkin' 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 have become didn't come from thinkin' twice Put that on everything (everything!) Everyone! (Everyone!) Born to fill the prophecy The son of the seventh son When the devil came to Georgia, made his first stop in Covington Looked me in the eyes, and told me son your the seventh one Put put ya pen to paper, put ya' blood in every fuckin' line An angel on my shoulder put my blood in every fuckin' rhyme Been 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 chokin' bitches out, and catchin' me a murder case I get up in the booth, and let the mic take these bitches place Many trials and tribulations put me in this situation Went from sittin' in the back, to preachin' to the congregation Many've tried to douse the flame, throw some salt up in my game Stabbed me in my fuckin' back, and I aint 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'd make it, thought that adolescence was the end But I'm just getting started, let the age of the crow begin I ain't never had no easy life What I have become didn't come from thinkin' 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 have become didn't come from thinkin' 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 Everything Everyone I ain't never had no easy life I ain't never had no easy life Everything Everyone The son of the seventh son I ain't never had no easy life Everything (the son of the seventh son) Everyone I ain't never had no easy life The son of the seventh son I ain't never had no easy life The son of the seventh son I ain't never had no easy life You the gravedigger?