Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Untold / Unwritten, artist - Boondox. Album song Krimson Creek, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Untold / Unwritten |
I ain’t never had no easy life, what I had become didn’t come from thinking |
twice. |
Put that on everything (everything), everyone (everyone). |
Born to fill the prophecy the son of the seventh son. |
I was born with a fork tongue, born to spit the wicked shit, |
childhood circumstances made the mother fucking 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 helped to make me. |
Lost up in my mind I never fucked with any medications, |
slowly over time went from crazy in to desperation, |
never learned to cope with feelings, |
never felt a fucking thang, |
never gave a fucking enough so never placed no fucking blame. |
Neighbors talked about me, they knew something was wrong. |
Started chocking out my friends and they knew that I was gone. |
I was labeled as bad seed said I needed therapy, |
in and outta schools for drug abuses and vulgarities. |
Been away so many times to try to fix a broken child. |
He’s so mean, he’s fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles. |
A lof of doctors, teachers, family members and they all say, |
I wanna take the time to thank 'em for the man I am today. |
When the Devil came to Georgia, made his first stop in Covington. |
Looked me in the eyes and told me son you’re the seventh one. |
Put your pen to paper, |
put your blood in every fucking line |
an angel on my shoulder |
put my blood in every fucking rhyme. |
Is a little crazy but I got a way that I can deal. |
Now I got some people understanding how the fuck I feel. |
Instead of choken bitches out and catching me a murder case, |
I get up in the booth and let the mic take these bitch’s place. |
Many trials and tribulations put me into situations. |
Went from sitting in the back to preaching to the congregation. |
Many tried to dowse the flame, throw some salt up in my game, |
stab me in my fucking back and I don’t gotta say no names. |
Came from rehabilitation, running streets if I can change, |
now I hit the road in buses, people screaming out my name. |
I ain’t think I make it, thought It’d die in less than what it’s in |
but I’m just getting started let the age of the crow begin. |