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

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My childhood was hood. 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 into my peers that's when the man formed
In the projects, we used to beef each other
Cause our parents were too ignorant 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 been dolo and still 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 like roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peepin the project buildingsto see who's on the bench
be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on defence
Only thing we we were promised was dishonest careers
Beat 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 on cats 4 years older
I take a lost and bill regulate them like a soldier
friends to stay out late after 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid because mom had a date
Playing tackle on icesome concrete. we did what we could
Older thugs would steal our football boys in the Hood
When I thuggin', kids that were rugid became feeble
You could see how they bitched up when they saw evil
up on Farragut even when innocent
We wen't havin it somethin'me and my had enough some arrogance
Me and my peeps keeped it gully we had
One we made a resolutuion to take shit from no one no matter what
The circumstances no matter who were they get murdered
Alot of people got fucked up over that shit and all deserved it

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Some boardi shit raviolies

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

Back in the days, moved the projects at six
Got lost the first day I felt like a rat in a
Even in public I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle I posses now come from the foundation of drug dealing
Used to sit for waiting shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me little schemes
In 5th punchin' teachers in the face a derelict
On the bleachers I never clicked 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 tower record cassettes when I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' cops pull loaded guns to my threating to kill me for no reason
Cause the way we dressed was
-Used to to get a reaction
When I whipped out a gun or a 24 machette ready for action

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Kangoroos with patches... lee

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