Reflection of Children Coming Up In the Grave - 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 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