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Memories,

Oh
I am the first son of and Edward Mensah
Made and made a legend, Woodlawn and 47th
Gunshots outside my window, drug out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the fairy found my pillow
My pops was workin', he put the family first
Saturdays in the park and Sundays at church
Kept me from off the corner where Stones and GDs was
And Kings and BDs and VLs all had of bein' Jordan
Even fiends was scorin', swish, tryna be like Mike
Shootin' through that baseline in their veins tryna reach that
I was a little rockstar, dressed up like Hendrix
In Hyde park in the good in the hood 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, my story in my skin
Because even as a boy I knew I'd be the man

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

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 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 your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th
My sellin' yay
Sebastian got me high first time
In the back of an abandoned truck by Place
Couldn't feel my
Sprayin' to see my name on trains, try not to catch a case
Age 13 at Cam granny house, watchin' him up the Ace
He the needle out and waved it in my face
If I ain't tell that boy, "Be easy, dog," I died of AIDS
I started realizin' my talents the time I was 15
Tryna take over the like Pinky and the Brain
Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, still in Religion jeans
16, I was shinin' just like a Stanley Kubrick
Sneakin' into Lollapalooza, I fell off of that
15,000 went through my elbow, fell over 30 feet
The doctor said I should be dead, still and still ain't scared
In the hospital bed, writin' these 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)
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 while some 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