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Reflection of Children Coming Up in the Grave

アーティスト:Ill Bill 

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Reflection of children ...coming up in the grave Reflection of children ...coming up in the grave My childhood was hood. Shit was real My father was evil. He was killed already When he came here from isreal Leaving us scared with a stare untill it transformed Into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's when the man formed In the projects, we used to beef with each other 'Cause our fuckin parents were too ignorant to each us better I had thoughts on my mind of killing someone at nine; I actually went to do it lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time I could've been dolo and still not flip and get live A lot of cats were truely bitch they needed a clique to survive Me and bill had a rep for fuckin deceps up when they step They crepped deep like roaches and will catch you if you slipped Peepin around the project buildingsto see who's on the bench Might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on defence Only thing we thought we were promised was dishonest careers Beat down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years Reflection of children ...coming up in the grave Tell 'em charlie! Reflection of children ...coming up in the grave Some '83 shit Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was like whatever I never got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER! I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 years older I take a lost and bill will regulate them like a soldier Forcing friends to stay out late after 8 walking around the PJs At night as a kid because mom dukes had a date Playing tackle football on icesome concrete. we did what we could Older thugs would steal our football like boys in the Hood When I started thuggin', kids that were rugid became feeble You could see how they suddenly bitched up when they saw evil -Growing up on Farragut even


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