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