memories on 47th st.
Singer:mensa, vic
i am the first son of betsy and edward mensah
made love and made a legend
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'
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'
shootin' through that baseline in their veins tryna reach that height
dressed up like jimi hendrix
in hyde park in the good part in the hood like hemi engines
teachers didn't see my vision
kicked out of kindergarten
they didn't know that i was me
wrote my story in my skin
because even as a boy i always knew i'd be the man
at age 12 i learned the difference between white and black
police pulled me off of my bike
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
my classmates sellin' yay
sebastian got me high that first time
in the back of an abandoned truck by webster place
sprayin' paint to see my name on trains
age 13 at cam granny house
watchin' him shoot up the ace
he took the needle out and waved it in my face