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 from isreal
Leaving us with a stare untill it transformed
Into me. Puttin into my peers that's when the man formed
In the projects, we used to beef with other
Cause our fuckin parents were too to each us better
I had thoughts on my of killing someone at nine;
I actually went to do it for homeboy he backed down at the time
I could've been dolo and not flip and get live
Alot of cats were truely bitch needed a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Deceps up they stepped
They crept deep roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peepin around the project buildingsto see who's on the
Might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on
Only thing we we were promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and so many people I had bad karma for years

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

'em charlie!

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Some '83

Controlled by my own rage, my was like whatever
I got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 older
I take a lost and bill will them like a soldier
Forcing friends to stay out after 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid mom dukes had a date
Playing tackle on icesome concrete. we did what we could
Older thugs would steal our football like in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that were 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 some arrogance
Me and my peeps it gully we had enough
One year we made a to take shit from no one no matter what
The circumstances no who they were they get murdered
Alot of people got up over that shit and they all deserved it

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Some chef boardi shit

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

in the days, moved into the projects at six
Got lost the day I felt like a rat in a maze
Even in public school I hated kids that 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 me plus little schemes
In 5th grade teachers in the face a derelict
On the bleachers I never clicked with a peaceful
Rockin blue sway pumas copped from ave
Unica phaser dipped with fly birds kid
Boosted I put in shops from polo
To tower record cassettes even when I got caught I stop
Havin' cops pull loaded guns to my chest threating to kill me for no
Cause the way we dressed was
-Used to love to get a
When I whipped out a gun or a 24 machette ready for action

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

Kangoroos patches... lee patches

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