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Memories On 47th St.

Vic Mensa28 Jul 2017

Memories On 47th St. Lyrics

 

Memories On 47th St. (第47大街上的回忆) (Explicit) - Vic Mensa

Written by:Victor Mensah/Larrance Dopson/Ernest Dion Wilson/Dacoury Natche/Malik Yusef Jones

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 d**e 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 f** k '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 h**l

 

I watched from the window of a gated community until I grew old enough

 

There was no immunity from allure of the life