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Nov 2017
You had the audacity to wear my jersey number.
And you could not even defend your home court!
They were calling you another boy wonder.
But son this is called a grown man’s sport

If you want to be the greatness of all time.
You have to have a winning mentality and killer instinct.
There is a reason why that number is mine.
I embodied winner with every jump shot I sinked.

So if you want to be like me you better get another ring.
Monogamy does not work in this basketball game.
Lay your soul, your effort, your life and everything.
And then you will get yourself national fame.

But if you lose again, you will be known as a choke artist.
Who could not win when it most counted.
Because getting to the championship is easy, winning is hardest.
6 times I went to the championship and 6 trophies I  mounted.

You have lost more finals than you have won
I would call that a failing grade
You are more of a nephew to me than a son
Based on the way that you played
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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