x2] I ain't never had no easy what I have become, didn't come thinking twice, Put That On (everything), everyone (everyone) Born to fill the prophecy the sun of the son..
I was with a forked tongue, Born to Spit the Wicked Shit Childhood circumstances made the motherfucking shit 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 with any medications Slowly time went from crazy into desperation Never to cope with feelings, Never felt a fucking thing Never gave a fuck enough, so never placed no fucking talk about me they knew something was wrong Starting choking out my friends and they knew I was gone, I was labeled as a bad said I needed therapy In and out of for drug abuses and vulgarities Sent away so times try to fix a broken child He's so mean, fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles. A lot of doctors family members, had their 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 at Covington Looked me in the eyes and me son your the seventh one Put - cha pen to paper, put ya blood in fuckin line, An angel on my shoulder, put my blood in every rhyme. Been a little crazy but I got a way I can deal Now I got some understandin how the fuck I feel. Instead of choking out and catchin me a murder case I get up in the booth and let the mic take these place. in trials n tribulations put me in a situation Went from sittin in the back to 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 think 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 ain't had no easy life. Everything, Everyone.