basketball isn't just a game
it's a passion
like rap isn't music
it's a fashion
simple rhymes turn to magic
like simple shots turn to baskets
plays turn to passing isolations
drives the lane, put it up,
against the guy your facing
it all comes down to having pacience
if you dont
no matter how good you are
your game needs maintenance
crooked shots you need to straighten it
bad pass you need to aim that ****
throw it like you aim to miss

Hands on hips
Lips to lips
to the touch
that tender kiss
look in eyes
things you say
hearing "i love you"
repeatedly
the setting sun
sky parts its way
hearts become one
in love, the first day
hand interlocked into mine
the late night talks
neither of us had a care what to say
your beautiful brown eyes
staring back at me
the warmth of your smile
that always set me free
seeing you smile at me
was what kept me alive
now without you
id struggle to survive
the thought of you holding me
tight in my bed
prance around gracefully in my head
i cant believe i love you
after all that we've been through
when i fall asleep
i dream of only you.

crawling back into my skin
ugly feel of death and sin
eyes roll back and start to decay
body never felt this way
shakin, trembling, quivering with fear
yet he sings "come back my dear"
whispering from her corpse
my soul begins to slowly worpe
into a whole new beautiful shape
clothing, red ribbon, wings of black disgrace
wearing brand new etire
wrapped in a plated barbed wire
burning through my skin and flesh
bringing me closer and closer to death

tip toeing down the hallway
he better then me there aint no way
your heading down the wrong way
cause throughout this whole thing it aint ending my way
thats the day im gonna get away
but i probably wont stay away
what keeps pulling me back your way
the thought of you being in my way

when i was little
i used to be a dope man
black cars,
green bars,
cause im the dope man
my mama said what the hell
i said mama me the dope man
in my hood
we got three or four dope mans
but i dont speak about them,
why?
cause im the ****** dope man.

baby's got the beat
but he can't take the heat
'cause rap is the sweets
to the sort of musical treats
pressures gonna **** him
even if he feels the rythem

in instant anticipation
i want to go into isolation
death is an accumulation
the sound of a gun replays in my mind
i always thought i was one of a kind
i consintly think 'just shoot and die'
but then i remember who id be leaving behind
all loose ends, kept untied
my existence finally unshy
i pull out the razor and cut again
i look at blood and im not ashamed
i have no care in the world
wether im dead or alive
'cause this life, i wont survive
death is what I began to thrive