Luyện nghe bài hát Reflection of Children Coming Up in the Grave

Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the (echo)

of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo)

My was hood. Shit was real
My father was evil. He was killed When he came here from isreal
Leaving us scared with a stare untill it
Into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's the man formed
In the projects, we used to with each other
Cause our fuckin parents were too ignorant to us better
I had thoughts on my of killing someone at nine;
I actually went to do it lucky for homeboy he down at the time
I could've dolo and still not flip and get live
Alot of cats truely bitch they needed a clique to survive
Me and had a rep for fucking Deceps up when they stepped
They crept deep like roaches and would you if you slipped
Peepin around the project see who's on the bench
Might be an enemy have to blood drench on defence
thing we thought we were promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and so many people I had bad karma for years

of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo)

'em charlie!

Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the (echo)

Some '83

Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was like
I got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on 4 years older
I take a lost and bill will them like a soldier
Forcing friends to stay out late after 8 walking the PJs
At night as a kid mom dukes had a date
Playing football on icesome concrete. we did what we could
thugs would steal our football like boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that were became feeble
You could see how they suddenly up when they saw evil
-Growing up on even when innocent
We wen't havin it and my brother had enough some arrogance
Me and my peeps keeped it gully we had
One year we made a resolutuion to take shit no one no matter what
The circumstances no matter who they they get murdered
Alot of got fucked up over that shit and they all deserved it

Reflection of children (echo)... up in the grave (echo)

Some boardi shit raviolies

Reflection of children (echo)... up in the grave (echo)

Uh!...sick and drama everyday
WHAT!!!?

Back in the days, moved the projects at six
Got lost the first day I felt a rat in a maze
in public school I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle skills I posses now come from the foundation of drug
Used to sit for hours shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little
In 5th grade punchin' teachers in the face a
On the bleachers I never with a peaceful face
Rockin blue pumas copped from church ave
Unica designs dipped with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in shops polo
To tower record cassettes when I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' cops pull loaded guns to my chest to kill me for no reason
Cause the way we was fresh
-Used to love to get a
When I whipped out a gun or a 24 machette ready for action

of children (echo)... coming up in the grave (echo)

Kangoroos patches... lee patches

of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo)