Maybe its the loneliness that paints this moment black
Or maybe its the long shadows as the sun does set
Maybe its the sorrow from the stress of all of that
Perhaps its just the crossroads that my life is at

I'm not asking for an answer,
Or even acknowledgement in fact

Just know that you've been on my mind

Find a childhood photograph
Remember your infancy
From nothing you came
Everything you've learned since then
Is just a game you play

Mother offered us trees
We cut her bare

Mother poured her blood for us
Black, like tar

Mother gave us her oceans
We fill it with our trash
As if it wasn't already full

Now she has little left to give
But people

Are you ready for our great divide?

Tie my shoes up tight
Taking my time
I'm in for a long night

Warm up on sidelines
Scoping it out
A fresh ball in my hip pocket
I be feeling stout

Drill it to **** it bout 3000 times
Never stepping outside the black painted lines
Of the lane
I was inside
Perfecting the stroke
The release
Is
Everything

But I'm in the waiting room
The lobby that is Court Two
Court 1 is where the men boom
And bang bodies and shoot
Lights
Out
Daggers

And if a man is there for long enough
And the ten go down a few
A few of the crew
Over on Court Two
Get called on to fill and finish the game up

My wind isn't great
My footwork is dodgy
My stroke is quite streaky
Go to the bank?
I'm wishy-washy

Can't box out for ****
My handles are average
But my defense is good
So I have some leverage

And on this particular evening
My shot felt real good
And I got a nod over
And played how I should

A pester on defense
I was covering two
To free up a big man in post
In the zoo

A transition pit stop on fast break
I pushed the ball up the court
The seven footer hits me in the corner
Shooting 100% from the floor

Then the men started to heat up
'250 bulldozer' in the lane
'Lights out on the arc'er outsider

I didn't touch the ball much
I'd basically given up
They played there often with chemistry
And I, just a pup

Got one pass at the end
That I wasn't expecting
I fumbled the friend
The rock had been misdirecting

But
All
Things
Said:
3/3 ~ 7 pts ~ 3 rbd ~ 1 blk ~ 2 stl ~ 2 ast ~ 2 to

And we take those

The wars we don't acknowledge
Are the only ones that we prevent
Where there is a just cause for fight
Extend a smile, and play, crusader
For your enemy is your most vital friend

Only from nothing
Comes sound; The noiseless wonder
Is one hand clapping