Luyện nghe bài hát Memories on 47th St.

Memories,

Oh
I am the first son of Betsy and 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 workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in the and Sundays at church
Kept me from off the corner where and GDs was warrin'
And and BDs and VLs all had dreams of bein' Jordan
Even dope fiends was scorin', swish, be like Mike
Shootin' through that baseline in their tryna reach that height
I was a little rockstar, dressed up Jimi Hendrix
In Hyde park in the good part in the like Hemi engines
didn't see my vision, had me in IEPs
Kicked out of kindergarten, they know that I was me
Tattooed my tears, wrote my story in my
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 street (yeah)
Sebastian got me
One day it be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine

At age 12 I learned the difference white and black
Police pulled me off of my bike, I landed on my
Back to reality, oops, a of gravity
Where they pull you and keep you there
Dependin' on how you keep your
Now it's 'em up and bumpin nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th
My classmates yay
Sebastian got me that first time
In the back of an abandoned truck by Webster
feel my face
Sprayin' paint to see my name on trains, try not to a case
Age 13 at Cam house, watchin' him shoot up the Ace
He took the needle out and waved it in my
If I ain't tell that boy, "Be easy, dog," I coulda died of
I realizin' my talents 'bout the time I was 15
Tryna take over the world like and the Brain
Sellin' kush and stains, still in True Religion jeans
16, I was shinin' just like a Kubrick scene
into Lollapalooza, I fell off of that bridge
15,000 volts through my elbow, fell over 30 feet
The doctor I should be dead, still 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 47th (yeah)
got me high
One day it will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all

In a land of desperation we often turn to medication as a coping mechanism.
Some 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 old enough there was no immunity from allure of the life