Lyrics Reflection of Children Coming Up In the Grave - Necro

Reflection of Children Coming Up In the Grave

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 fuckig 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 truly bitch they needed a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Deceps up when they stepped
They crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peeping 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 were promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years
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 screaming on cats four 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 Boyz In The Hood
When I started thugging, kids that were rugged became feeble
You could see how they suddenly bitched 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 keeped it gully we had enough
One year we made a resolution to take shit from no one no matter what
The circumstances no matter who they were they get murdered
A lot of people got fucked up over that shit and they all deserved it
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 shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little schemes
In 5th grade punching teachers in the face
A derelict on the bleachers I never clicked with a peaceful face
Rockin blue sway pumas copped from church ave
Unica phaser designs dipped with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in shops from polo
To tower record 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