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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?