Memories On 47th St. Lyrics - Vic Mensa

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 workin', 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 warrin' 

And Kings and BDs and VLs all had dreams of bein' Jordan 

Even dope fiends was scorin', swish, tryna be like Mike 

Shootin' 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 

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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) 

Sebastian got me high 

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 

Dependin' on how you keep your hair 

Now it's fuck 'em up and bumpin nothin' but NWA 

Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade 

My classmates sellin' yay 

Sebastian got me high that first time 

In the back of an abandoned truck by Webster Place 

Couldn't feel my face 

Sprayin' paint to see my name on trains, try not to catch a case 

Age 13 at Cam granny house, watchin' 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 realizin' my talents 'bout the time I was 15 

Tryna take over the world like Pinky and the Brain 

Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, still in True Religion jeans 

16, I was shinin' just like a Stanley Kubrick scene 

Sneakin' into Lollapalooza, I fell off of that bridge 

15,000 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, writin' these rhymes in my head 

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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, all mine 

Memories 

On 47th street (yeah) 

Sebastian got me high 

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 hell. 

I watched from the window of a gated community until I grew old enough there was no immunity from allure of the life