Luyện nghe bài hát Memories on 47th St.

Memories,

Oh
I am the first son of and Edward Mensah
Made love and made a legend, Woodlawn and
Gunshots my window, drug deals out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the first
Chicago Saturdays in the and Sundays at church
Kept me from off the corner Stones and GDs was warrin'
And Kings and BDs and VLs all had of bein' Jordan
Even dope was scorin', swish, tryna be like Mike
Shootin' through that baseline in their tryna reach that height
I was a little rockstar, dressed up like Hendrix
In Hyde park in the part in the hood like Hemi engines
didn't see my vision, had me in IEPs
Kicked out of kindergarten, didn't know that I was me
Tattooed my tears, wrote my in my skin
even as a boy I always knew I'd be the man

In my (In my dreams)
I saw it in my (yeah)
The city will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all

On 47th (yeah)
Sebastian got me
One day it be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine

At age 12 I the difference between white and black
Police pulled me off of my bike, I landed on my
to reality, oops, a victim of gravity
Where they pull you down and you there
Dependin' on how you your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and bumpin but NWA
a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My sellin' yay
Sebastian got me high that time
In the back of an abandoned by Webster Place
feel my face
Sprayin' paint to see my on trains, try not to catch a case
Age 13 at Cam granny house, him shoot up the Ace
He took the needle out and waved it in my
If I ain't tell boy, "Be easy, dog," I coulda died of AIDS
I started realizin' my talents 'bout the I was 15
Tryna take the world like Pinky and the Brain
Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, in True Religion jeans
16, I was just like a Stanley Kubrick scene
into Lollapalooza, I fell off of that bridge
15,000 volts went through my elbow, fell over 30
The doctor said I should be dead, alive and still ain't scared
In the hospital bed, writin' these rhymes in my

In my (In my dreams)
I saw it in my (yeah)
The city be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine

On street (yeah)
Sebastian got me
One day it will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all

In a land of desperation we often turn to self as a coping mechanism.
Some make a living as hood pharmacists some just inhale to remove them from hell.
I from the window of a gated community until I grew old enough there was no immunity from allure of the life