I’ll never forget senior night
when I first noticed you
after our last home game of the season.

I was at the game table,
broadcasting on the radio
my plans after high school.

I notice you starring me down
Ms. Hazel eyes.
biting your lips, smiling.
waiting for me to finish.

Glancing at you, ending my interview quickly.
grabbing my full attention.

Walking over, to approach you, I said:
“I remember you love
from earlier in the season.
nice to see you again lol
here’s my number
come see me tonight.”

Icing my knees
through this cold machine
on this cold table thinking-
“I have to show out tonight for the fans and the scouts.”

So I take a deep breath
to focus a calm mind.
Relax my tense body,
leave my problems behind.
Begin to image myself scoring every play
with my enemy defeated by my hands.

Coach walks in- “You ready big time?”
I open my eyes facing him-
“We already won.”

I’m a…

Middle-class sinner, athlete village breadwinner.
The man in the mirror is a sweet smooth operator.
Too unique in my skin cause “Black Lives Matter.”
A young discipline brotha, who one day will meet his maker.

A “Chi-Town” Legend; south side lands are what I represent &
Against all odds, I battle victorious as a strong veteran.
Never threaten, but these quick lightning hands will do some holy damage .
Cause I come from where God’s from, the pearly gates of Heaven.

I’m grateful.
But I don’t owe you sht

You have options, but wasting my time isn’t one.
Honey, I don’t owe you sht

Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries is what I praise.
I don’t owe you sht

You’re entitled to your opinions & feelings.
However love, come back to reality cause
I don’t owe you sht

I make efforts, easily
and yet again I say, I just don’t owe you sht

You want explanations for everything but remember,
I don’t owe you sht

You can’t even be accountable
yet you want a relationship - relationship?…
No baby,  I don’t owe you sh*t

Pretty face, pretty times
Pretty was born with red signs.
Pretty taught me some really hard lessons
Pretty keeps trophies around for pretty reflection
When pretty lie, that’s pretty profession
Pretty turns defensive when perfection is questioned
Pretty will have you up at night second-guessing
Pretty was an ugly heart covered with pretty features

Me-
“D” UP! “D” UP! put them hands up, hands up.
And I’m robbing folks on the pass if they slip up.
Don’t allow nobody to pass by you, move your feet.
Don’t go for every reach, just keep them in front of you my G.

They dealing with a team full of experts.
Juice & I will double-team, so squad be on high alert.
Make them work, cut off those passing lanes and
once they turn the ball over, we’ll be gone in an instant.


Juice-
Aye, look at these wanna be play makers.
Zay steal that, now pass that.
Cause I’m about to lob that to my boy Doug.
BOOM!!! I see you Doug with the 360 alley-oop dunk!

YOOO! Ball is thrown in, watch for the pass and skip!

Me-
No worries I got the ball my guy, don’t trip.
Here Juice! Run 54-hip.

Juice-
Aww snap! Time to ****!
I’m about to put the boys in their feels!

Cross-over stepper, step-back decker.
I’m a G.O.A.T. getter, nobody does it better.
Weak mismatches and easy pass dishes.
Pick & role to the pocket, they can’t stop this.

Zay-
Man, we about to hurt these fools on the other end too.
About to get tortured as we break their hearts in shambles.
And when we rock them and stop them at the rim, it’s straight blocking.
Even if they try to shoot, BLOCKA, BLOCKA, BLOCKA!

Juice-
It is what it is fam, to bad they about to lose.

Zay-
At the end of the day, what the hell they gonna do?

Juice-
Now this is epic. We got them looking pathetic.
I said what I said, ain’t no room to be apologetic.