1617: I. Overture

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It's 28 Savage
Bringing a ballad full of rhythm
Showing the chronicles of me
Since it shouldn't be written
Though it may seem from my bars
I'm a magician of fire,
A pyromancer isn't me
Or what I desire
Bring it from the top
The savior of the cold
Is about to share its origins
He shaped the cold
After the teachings of Euclid
He didn't freeze to death
His number is perfect
Even Mr. Beach the legend
Yes, He confirmed it
The story, it slowly unfolds
As the chords, and the song, go
But the mystery, that we all truly desire
Is how the situation, became so dire
1617, 1617
The day things became wild
For the men who now are telling it
The ones that have worked hard through the grit
Are making the quilt that will be knit
1617, 1617
When the colder side of the world
Came to reign terror over it
The vicious might of them
Almost made humanity dead
The cold inside, almost made them bled
1617, 1617
The time of the year
For the birth of 28 Savage
It was time to turn up the cold said God
As you can see now we have him
1617, 1617
The story is not finished
So we must continue
It is far from over
When we see our characters fall through
So the story starts on the day of snow (After this it was the cursed tale)
Sliding down the hill was their goal (The day was going great until goodness failed)
They wanted to have fun but something inside (The story only worsens)
Said that mischief should no longer hide
After a prank
On the idiotic rank
They said trials were to take place in conditions
Of fire, darkness, water, and lastly
The cold
28, went with no shirt and no shoes
No one let him enter, so he started feeling blue
The viciousness of these fellows
Somehow made 28 so chill and mellow
After knowing the pain, the Funyun God said
I'm sorry will you please forgive me
All because of this stupid joke
So thus, 28 was born
1617, 1617
The day things became wild
For the men who now are telling it
The ones that have worked hard through the grit
Are making the quilt that will be knit
1617, 1617
When the colder side of the world
Came to reign terror over it
The vicious might of them
Almost made humanity dead
The cold inside, almost made them bled
1617, 1617
The time of the year
For the birth of 28 Savage
It was time to turn up the cold said God
As you can see now we have him
1617, 1617
The story is not finished
So we must continue
It is far from over
When we see our characters fall through

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