5 v. 5 on Court One

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 kill 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 shit 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

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