x2] I ain't had no easy life what I have become, didn't come thinking twice, Put On everything (everything), everyone (everyone) Born to fill the prophecy the sun of the son..
I was born with a tongue, Born to Spit the Wicked Shit Childhood circumstances made the motherfucking shit Even as a little kid I knew that most would me My uncle tried to kill me, that's what they say helped to me up in my mind, I never fuck with any medications Slowly over time went from crazy desperation learned to cope with feelings, Never felt a fucking thing Never gave a fuck enough, so never placed no blame Haters about me they knew something was wrong Starting choking out my friends and knew that I was gone, I was as a bad seed said I needed therapy In and out of for drug abuses and vulgarities Sent away so many times try to fix a broken He's so mean, fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles. A lot of doctors teachers family members, had own say I wanna the time to thank them for the man I am today.
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When the came to Georgia, made his first stop at Covington Looked me in the and told me son your the seventh one Put - cha pen to paper, put ya blood in fuckin line, An angel on my shoulder, put my blood in every rhyme. Been a crazy but I got a way that I can deal Now I got some people understandin how the I feel. Instead of choking bitches out and catchin me a murder I get up in the booth and let the mic these bitches place. in trials n tribulations put me in a situation Went from in the back to preachin to the congregation. Many tried to douse the flame throw some salt up in my Stab me in my fuckin back n I gotta say no names. Came rehabilitation runnin streets and pocket change Now I hit the road in busses people out my name. I aint think I make it thought that was the end. But I'm getting started, let the age of the crow begin.
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I ain't had no easy life. Everything, Everyone.