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

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

My childhood was hood. was real
My father was evil. He was killed already he came here from isreal
Leaving us scared with a untill it transformed
Into me. Puttin fear into my peers when the man formed
In the projects, we to beef with each other
Cause our fuckin parents too ignorant to each us better
I had on my mind of killing someone at nine;
I actually went to do it lucky for homeboy he down at the time
I could've been and still not flip and get live
Alot of cats truely bitch 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
Peepin around the buildingsto see who's on the bench
Might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on
Only we thought we were promised was dishonest careers
down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years

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'em charlie!

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Some '83

by my own rage, my attitude was like whatever
I never got up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 older
I take a lost and bill regulate 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 tackle football on icesome concrete. we did what we
Older thugs would steal our like boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', that were rugid became feeble
You could see how they bitched up when they saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut even innocent
We wen't havin it somethin'me and my brother had enough some
Me and my peeps it gully we had enough
One we made a resolutuion to take shit from no one no matter what
The circumstances no matter who they were they get
Alot of people got fucked up over that shit and all deserved it

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Some chef shit raviolies

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

Back in the days, into the projects at six
Got the first day I felt like a rat in a maze
Even in public school I hated kids that were
The hustle skills I posses now from the foundation of drug dealing
Used to sit for hours waiting shit on the triple
I had cards made up for to beat me plus little schemes
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
phaser designs dipped with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in from polo
To tower record cassettes when I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' cops pull loaded guns to my chest threating to kill me for no
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

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Kangoroos with patches... lee

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