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madchild – untold story lyrics

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[verse 1]:

came back in the game lookin’ like sid vicious
five hours at the dentist makes a big difference
changed my att-tude now i don’t see no pigs trippin’
sittin’ home, writing rhymes now the kids rippin’
i was takin’ oxys and percocets
it’s like my mind was always floatin’ in a circus tent
four years later. now i’m flat broke
went from being a hero of a country
to an -ssh0l-
five cl-ssic albums. two bad mistakes
one of them when i was doing drugs
and had lowsy taste
i was hanging with the wrong folks
trying to be something i was not, that
was not dope
my mind was in a daze
like trying to wear a blindfold walking through a maze
weeks turned to months. months turned to years
now i created what i’m living in my biggest fear

i didn’t realize how hard it would be to come back
i was so vain that i thought it would be easy to come back
and just like, have a second career
i’ve been workin at this sh-t for three years now
but i didn’t know when i quit doing drugs, that it would
effect so many people in a positive way
i came back to my city where i was a king once and then
all of the sudden i was a clown, but i kept workin’
i got my weight up and then people coming to me
for help

[verse 2]:

kids asking for my help like it’s a magic trick
like i could make them famous if i wave my
f-cking magic stick
the optimistic had to wave the devil’s advocate
tell em keep on working, need to spit like
f-cking savages
i can see it in their eyes they think they know it all
and i ain’t got the time to give advice if they just blow it off
get the f-ck out of my way i’m trying to rebuild
trying to get back up on top the mountain, it’s a steep hill
cause i got people doing good and they are watching me
their smiling workin’ hard, and att-tude like no one’s stopping me
and i am happy for my friends i’m not a jealous cat
and they know that i’ve been to f-cking h-ll and back
i’m spitting fire you can tell em that
acapella rap. holding bars like i’m a felon trapped
i am not looking for sympathy
i’m recharged ready to charge like in an infantry!



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