Boondox - Untold / Unwritten lyrics

Hey! Hey! Hey! Look what you've done
Stupid little brat how dare you! Stupid!
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
Motherfucking 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 help to make me
Lost up in my mind
Never fucked with any medications
Slowly over time went from
Crazy into desperation
Never learned to cope with feelings
Never felt a fucking thing
Never gave a fuck enough
So never placed no fucking blame
Neighbors talked about me
They knew something was wrong
Starting choking 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 try
To fix a broken child
He's so mean, he's fucking sick
The little bastard never smiles
A lot of doctors, teachers, family members
Had they own say
I wanna take the time to thank them
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 at Covington
Looked me in the eyes and told
Me son your the seventh one
Put ya pen to paper
Put ya blood in every fuckin' line
An angel on my shoulder
Put my blood in every fuckin' rhyme
Still 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 choking 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 tried to douse the flame
Throw some salt up in my game
Stab me in my fuckin' back and
I ain't gotta say no names
Came from rehabilitation runnin' streets
And pocket change
Now I hit the road in busses
People screamin' out my name
I ain't think I 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, everyone
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
The son of the seventh son
I ain't never had no easy life
You the grave digger