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

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

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

My childhood was hood. Shit was
My father was evil. He was killed already When he came from isreal
Leaving us scared with a untill it transformed
Into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's when the man
In the projects, we used to with each other
Cause our fuckin parents were too to each us better
I had on my mind of killing someone at nine;
I actually to do it lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time
I could've 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
crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peepin around the project buildingsto see on the bench
Might be an you'll have to blood drench on defence
Only thing we thought we were promised was careers
Beat down and so many people I had bad karma for years

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

'em charlie!

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

Some '83

Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was like
I never got 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 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid because mom had a date
Playing football on icesome concrete. we did what we could
Older thugs would our football like boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that were became feeble
You could see how they suddenly bitched up they saw evil
up on Farragut even when innocent
We havin 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 what
The circumstances no matter who they were get murdered
Alot of got fucked up over that shit and they all deserved it

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

chef boardi shit raviolies

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

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 school I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle skills I posses now come from the foundation of drug
Used to sit for hours waiting shit on the triple
I had cards made up for fiends to me plus little schemes
In 5th grade punchin' in the face a derelict
On the I never clicked with a peaceful face
Rockin blue sway pumas from church ave
Unica phaser dipped with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in from polo
To tower record cassettes even I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' cops loaded guns to my chest threating to kill me for no reason
the way we dressed was fresh
-Used to to get a reaction
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

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