[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
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
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