Untold / Unwritten

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Boondox - Rap

Untold / Unwritten

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[Intro] Hey! Hey! Hey! Look what you've done Stupid little brat How dare you! Stupid! How dare you! [?] What's wrong with you? [?] [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] I was born with a forked tongue, born to spit the wicked shit Childhood circumstances made the motherfucking 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 help to make me Lost up in my mind, never fucked with any medications Slowly over time went from crazy into desperation Never learned to cope with feelings, Never felt a fucking thing Never gave a fuck enough, so never placed no fucking blame Neighbors talked about me, they knew something was wrong Starting choking 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 try to fix a broken child He's so mean, he's fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles A lot of doctors, teachers, family members, had they own say I wanna take the time to thank them for the man I am today [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] When the Devil came to Georgia, made his first stop at Covington Looked me in the eyes and told me son your the seventh one Put ya pen to paper, put ya blood in every fuckin' line An angel on my shoulder, put my blood in every fuckin' rhyme Still 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 choking 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 tried to douse the flame, throw some salt up in my game Stab me in my fuckin' back and I ain't gotta say no names Came from rehabilitation runnin' streets and pocket change Now I hit the road in busses people screamin' out my name I ain't think I make it thought that adolescence was the end But I'm just getting started, let the age of the crow begin [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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, everyone 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 The son of the seventh son I ain't never had no easy life You the grave digger

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  • Boondox