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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. Shit was
My father was evil. He was killed already he came here from isreal
us scared with a stare untill it transformed
Into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's the man formed
In the projects, we used to with each other
our fuckin parents were too ignorant to each us better
I had thoughts on my mind of someone at nine;
I actually went to do it lucky for he backed down at the time
I could've been dolo and not flip and get live
Alot of cats were truely they needed a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Deceps up when they
They crept deep like and would catch you if you slipped
Peepin the project buildingsto see who's on the bench
Might be an you'll have to blood drench on defence
Only thing we we were promised was dishonest 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)

'83 shit

Controlled by my own rage, my was like whatever
I never got up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 older
I a lost and bill will regulate them like a soldier
friends to stay out late after 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid because mom dukes had a
Playing football on icesome concrete. we did what we could
Older thugs would steal our football like boys in the
When I started thuggin', kids that were rugid became
You could see how suddenly bitched up when they saw evil
-Growing up on even when 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 resolutuion to take from no one no matter what
The circumstances no matter who they they get murdered
Alot of people got fucked up that shit and they all deserved it

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Some boardi shit raviolies

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

Back in the days, into the projects at six
Got lost the first day I 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
to sit for hours waiting shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for to beat me plus little schemes
In 5th grade punchin' in the face a derelict
On the bleachers I never clicked a peaceful face
Rockin blue sway copped from church ave
Unica designs dipped with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in shops polo
To tower record even when 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 love to get a
I whipped out a gun or a 24 inch machette ready for action

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Kangoroos with patches... lee

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