| I ain’t never had no easy life, what I had become didn’t come from thinking
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| twice.
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| Put that on everything (everything), everyone (everyone).
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| Born to fill the prophecy the son of the seventh son.
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| I was born with a fork tongue, born to spit the wicked shit,
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| childhood circumstances made the mother fucking shit legit,
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| even as a little kid I knew that most would hate me.
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| My uncle tried to kill me, that’s the things that helped to make me.
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| Lost up in my mind I never fucked with any medications,
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| slowly over time went from crazy in to desperation,
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| never learned to cope with feelings,
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| never felt a fucking thang,
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| never gave a fucking enough so never placed no fucking blame.
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| Neighbors talked about me, they knew something was wrong.
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| Started chocking out my friends and they knew that I was gone.
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| I was labeled as bad seed said I needed therapy,
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| in and outta schools for drug abuses and vulgarities.
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| Been away so many times to try to fix a broken child.
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| He’s so mean, he’s fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles.
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| A lof of doctors, teachers, family members and they all say,
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| I wanna take the time to thank 'em for the man I am today.
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| When the Devil came to Georgia, made his first stop in Covington.
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| Looked me in the eyes and told me son you’re the seventh one.
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| Put your pen to paper,
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| put your blood in every fucking line
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| an angel on my shoulder
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| put my blood in every fucking rhyme.
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| Is a little crazy but I got a way that I can deal.
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| Now I got some people understanding how the fuck I feel.
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| Instead of choken bitches out and catching me a murder case,
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| I get up in the booth and let the mic take these bitch’s place.
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| Many trials and tribulations put me into situations.
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| Went from sitting in the back to preaching to the congregation.
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| Many tried to dowse the flame, throw some salt up in my game,
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| stab me in my fucking back and I don’t gotta say no names.
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| Came from rehabilitation, running streets if I can change,
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| now I hit the road in buses, people screaming out my name.
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| I ain’t think I make it, thought It’d die in less than what it’s in
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| but I’m just getting started let the age of the crow begin. |