Reflection of Children Coming Up in the Grave lyrics

[Sampling: Charles Manson]
Reflection of children... Coming up in the grave...
Reflection of children... Coming up in the grave...

[Verse 1]
My childhood was hood, sh*t was real
My father was evil, he was a killer already;
When he came here from Israel
Leaving us scared with a stare, until it transformed
Into me, putting fear into my peers, that's when the man formed
In the projects, we used to beef with each other
'Cause our f*cking parents were too ignorant to teach 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 I'd still flip and get live
A lot of cats were truly b*tch they needed a clique to survive
Me and BILL had a rep for f*cking Deceps up when they stepped
They crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peaking around the project buildings to see who's on the bench
Might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on defense
Only thing we thought we was promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years

[Sampling: Charles Manson]

Tell 'em Charlie! Some '83 sh*t!
[Verse 2]
Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was like whatever
I never got f*cked up by a kid my own age; EVER!
I was bolder screaming on cats four years older
I take a loss and BILL would regulate 'em like a soldier
Forcing friends to stay out late after 8 walking around the PJ's
At night as a kid 'cause mom dukes had a date
Playing tackle football on iced up concrete; we did what we could
Older thugs would steal our football like Boyz n the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that were rugged became feeble
You could see how they suddenly b*tched up when they saw evil
Growing up on Farragut even when innocent
We weren't having it, something me and my brother had enough some arrogance
Me and my peeps kept it gully we had enough
One year we made a resolution to take sh*t from no one no matter what
The circ*mstances no matter who they were they get murdered
A lot of people got f*cked up over that sh*t and they all deserved it

[Sampling: Charles Manson]

Some Chef Boyardee sh*t, raviolis! Uh. Chicken delicious, drama everyday, what!

[Verse 3]
Back in the days, moved into the projects at six
Got lost the first day I felt like a rat in a maze
Even in public school I hated kids that were squealing
The hustle skills I possess now come from the foundation of drug dealing
Used to sit for hours waiting sh*t on a triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beep me plus little schemes
In 5th grade punchin' teachers in the face
A derelict on the bleachers that never clicked with a peaceful face
Rockin' blue sway Pumas copped from church ave
UNIQA phaser designs dipped with fly birds kid
Boostin' everything I put in shops from Polo
To Tower Records cassettes even when I got caught I wouldn't stop!
Having cops pull loaded guns to my chest threatening to kill me for no reason
'Cause the way we dressed was fresh
Used to love to get a reaction
When I whipped out a gun or a 24-inch machete ready for action!
[Sampling: Charles Manson]

KangaROOS with pockets, LEE patches! GUESS embroidery in '84, Milky Way habibs! Some Count Chocula sh*t, roaches in my bed! Burger King nutrition, I'm takin' you back, to '81, Farragut Road 5714, Howie, sellin' weapons at the Projects, blowguns, butterfly knives, some G.I. JOE sh*t, f*ck you know about that?!
NERF footballs and slingshots, kitchen knives, 22s, .389's, some old school sh*t! $5 combination plate starvin', robbin' pocketbooks, shout to Charlie in the bin, reppin' it, reflection o' children, you f*ckin' b*tch in the grave!