Luyện nghe bài hát Memories on 47th St.

Memories,

Oh
I am the first son of Betsy and Mensah
Made love and a legend, Woodlawn and 47th
Gunshots outside my window, deals out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my
My pops was always workin', he put the family
Chicago in the park 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 was scorin', swish, tryna be like Mike
Shootin' through that baseline in their veins reach that height
I was a little rockstar, dressed up like Jimi
In Hyde park in the good part in the hood like Hemi
Teachers didn't see my vision, had me in
Kicked out of kindergarten, they didn't know 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 will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all

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

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 47th (yeah)
got me high
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 some just inhale to remove from hell.
I watched from the window of a gated until I grew old enough there was no immunity from allure of the life