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Memories,

Oh
I am the son of Betsy and Edward Mensah
love and made a legend, Woodlawn and 47th
Gunshots outside my window, drug deals out by the
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my
My was always workin', he put the family first
Saturdays in the park and Sundays at church
Kept me from off the corner where and GDs was warrin'
And Kings and BDs and VLs all had dreams of bein'
Even dope fiends was scorin', swish, tryna be Mike
Shootin' through that baseline in their veins tryna reach that
I was a rockstar, dressed up like Jimi 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, my story 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 learned the difference between and black
Police me off of my bike, I landed on my back
to reality, oops, a victim of gravity
Where they pull you down and you there
Dependin' on how you keep your
Now it's fuck 'em up and bumpin but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th
My sellin' yay
got me high that first time
In the back of an truck by Webster Place
Couldn't my face
Sprayin' paint to see my name on trains, try not to a case
Age 13 at Cam granny house, him shoot up the Ace
He the needle out and waved it in my face
If I tell that boy, "Be easy, dog," I coulda died of AIDS
I realizin' my talents 'bout the time I was 15
Tryna take over the world Pinky and the Brain
Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, still in True jeans
16, I was shinin' like a Stanley Kubrick scene
Sneakin' into Lollapalooza, I fell off of bridge
15,000 volts through my elbow, fell over 30 feet
The doctor said I should be dead, still alive and still scared
In the hospital bed, writin' these rhymes in my

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

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

In a land of desperation we often turn to self as a coping mechanism.
Some make a living as hood pharmacists while 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