Memories On 47th St.

Memories memories
Oh
I am the first son of Betsy and Edward Mensah
Made love and made a legend Woodlawn and 47th
Gunshots outside my window drug deals out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always working he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in the park and Sundays at church
Kept me from off the corner where Stones and GDs was warring
And Kings and BDs and VLs all had dreams of being Jordan
Even dope fiends was scoring swish tryna be like Mike
Shooting through that baseline in their veins tryna reach that height
I was a little rockstar dressed up like Jimi Hendrix
In Hyde Park in the good part in the hood like Hemi engines
Teachers didn't see my vision had me in IEPs
Kicked out of kindergarten they didn't know that I was me
Tattooed my tears wrote my story in my skin
Because even as a boy I always knew I'd be the man
In my dreams in my dreams
I saw it in my sleep yeah
The city will be mine all mine all mine all mine all mine all mine
Memories
On 47th street yeah
One day it will be mine all mine all mine all mine all mine
All mine
At age 12 I learned the difference between white and black
Police pulled me off of my bike I landed on my back
Back to reality oops a victim of gravity
Where they pull you down and keep you there
Depending on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and bumping nothing but NWA
Smoking a 7 or an 8th way before 7th grade
My classmates selling yay
Sebastian got me high that first time
In the back of an abandoned truck by Webster place
Couldn't feel my face
Spraying paint to see my name on trains try not to catch a case
Age 13 at s granny house watching him shoot up the ace
He took the needle out and waved it in my face
If I ain't tell that boy be easy dog
I coulda died of AIDs
I started realizing my talents about the time I was 15
Tryna take over the world like pinky and the brain
Selling kush and hitting stains still in true religion jeans
16 I was shining just like a Stanley Kubrick scene
Sneaking into Lollapalooza I fell off of that bridge
15000 volts went through my elbow fell over 30 feet
The doctor said I should be dead still alive and still ain't scared
In the hospital bed writing these rhymes in my head
In my dreams in my dreams
I saw it in my sleep yeah
The city will be mine all mine all mine all mine all mine
All mine
Memories
On 47th street yeah
One day it will be mine all mine all mine all mine
All mine all mine
In a land of desperation we often turn to self medication as a coping mechanism
Some make a living as hood pharmacists
While some just inhale to remove them from hell
I watched from the window of a gated community until I grew old enough
There was no immunity from allure of the life