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[Verse 1: Necro] My childhood was hood, shit 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 fucking 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 bitch, they needed a clique to survive Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Decepts up where they stepped They crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you slipped Peeking around the project buildings to see who's on the bench By being enemies you'd 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 [Chorus:] Reflection of children coming up in the grave Tell 'em Charlie Reflection of children coming up in the grave Some 83 shit [Verse 2: I'll Bill] Glenwood, learn how to rhyme Bill learn how to throw hands And fight four motherfuckers at the same time Knockout champ, the southpaw, undefeated At the bus stop rumbling with scuffed Adidas In my high school the drug dealers snuffed the teachers And the cheerleaders sucked dick under the bleachers We was wildin' in the projects After my grandma died I didn't care about nothing but the nonsense And my mom and pop hated each other In front of me and my brother they degraded each other Bad example they set for their own kids It's a wonder that we doing our thing instead of long bids But I still love 'em to death, love you rest in peace Mommy after I take my last breath This is a reflection of the past tense Blood Brothers album coming soon, this was just a test [Chorus:] Some Chef Boyardee shit, ravioli Reflection of children coming up in the grave Chicken delicious, drama everyday [Verse 3: Necro] My father dissed my moms so Grandma Buddin broke a window Took a chunk of glass and chased my pops to cut him Buck-wild, Holocaust crazy Watching Knife and Putsky wrestle, imitating insanely A surviver that escaped the Nazi jail Everywhere Uncle Howie went there was epoxy trail And crack is what he got into Jamaicans lit his apartment on fire So he jumped out the sixth-story window Homeless junkie addicted to uppers Whoever thought he'd be two years clean? I'm proud of you mother fucker Keep it up, I remember he robbed me of thirty bucks I was seven, he was thirty, the shit was fucked up I never used to start it man This kid was clockin' me I punched him in the face and threw him in a garbage can True story, some are too gory to be said We beat this one kid down so bad he might as well have been dead [Chorus:] Reflection of children coming up in the grave Kangaroos with pockets, Lee patches Reflection of children coming up in the grave Guess embroidery in 84, milky way |