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

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

My was hood. Shit was real
My father was evil. He was already When he came here from isreal
Leaving us with a stare untill it transformed
Into me. Puttin fear into my peers when the man formed
In the projects, we used to beef 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 he backed down at the time
I could've been dolo and not flip and get live
Alot of cats were bitch they needed a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking up when they stepped
They crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you
Peepin around the buildingsto see who's on the bench
Might be an you'll have to blood drench on defence
Only thing we thought we were promised was dishonest
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

by my own rage, my attitude was like whatever
I got fucked 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
Forcing to stay out late after 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid because mom dukes had a
Playing tackle on icesome concrete. we did what we could
Older thugs steal our football like boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that rugid became feeble
You could see how suddenly bitched up when they saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut 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 shit and they all deserved it

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

Some chef shit raviolies

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

Back in the days, into the projects at six
Got lost the first day I felt a rat in a maze
Even in public school I hated kids that squealin'
The skills I posses now come from the foundation of drug dealing
Used to sit for hours waiting shit on the beam
I had cards made up for fiends to me plus little schemes
In 5th punchin' teachers in the face a derelict
On the I never clicked with a peaceful face
Rockin blue sway copped from church ave
phaser designs 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 pull guns to my chest threating to kill me for no reason
Cause the way we was fresh
-Used to love to get a
When I whipped out a gun or a 24 inch ready for action

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

with patches... lee patches

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