Reflection of Children Coming Up in the Grave

Lyrics

[Chorus: Charles Manson] Reflection of children... Coming up in the grave... Reflection of children... Coming up in the grave... [Verse 1] 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 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 [Chorus: Charles Manson] Reflection of children coming up in the grave (Tell 'em Charlie!) Reflection of children coming up in the grave (Some '83 shit!) [Verse 2] 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 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 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 kept 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 [Chorus: Charles Manson] Reflection of children coming up in the grave (Some Chef Boyardee shit, raviolis! Uh) Reflection of children coming up in the grave (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 shit 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! [Chorus: Charles Manson] Reflection of children coming up in the grave Reflection of children coming up in the grave [Outro] KangaROOS with pockets, Lee patches! GUESS embroidery in '84 Milky Way habibs! Some Count Chocula shit 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 shit Fuck you know about that?! NERF footballs and slingshots Kitchen knives, 22's, .389's, some old school shit! $5 combination plate starvin', robbin' pocketbooks Shout to Charlie in the bin, reppin' it Reflection o' children You fuckin' bitch in the grave!