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

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

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

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

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'em charlie!

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

'83 shit

Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was whatever
I got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 years
I take a lost and bill will regulate like a soldier
Forcing friends to stay out late after 8 walking the PJs
At as a kid because mom dukes had a date
Playing tackle football on concrete. we did what we could
Older thugs would our football like boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that were rugid feeble
You could see how they suddenly up when they saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut even innocent
We wen't it somethin'me 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 from no one no matter
The circumstances no matter who they they get murdered
Alot of people got fucked up over that and they all deserved it

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Some chef shit raviolies

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

in the days, moved into the projects at six
Got lost the first day I felt like a rat in a
Even in public school I hated kids that squealin'
The hustle I posses now come from the foundation of drug dealing
to sit for hours waiting shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little
In 5th grade punchin' in the face a derelict
On the bleachers I clicked with a peaceful face
blue sway pumas copped from church ave
Unica phaser designs with fly birds kid
everything I put in shops from polo
To record cassettes even when I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' cops pull loaded guns to my chest threating to me for no reason
the way we dressed was fresh
-Used to to get a reaction
When I out a gun or a 24 inch machette ready for action

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

Kangoroos with patches... lee

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