A Street Baller Passion

This world is fill with darkness love, hate, and extortion. Because our minds is fill with distortion. while our soul is trap and torture. This ball that I grip is my only closure. On the court I am a lonely soldier. Who cannot be touch victory is a must. Fading away leaving nothing but cosmic dust. Making shot after shot until the net com bust. In my mind I am free but in reality I am over dosing on LSD. Society is trying to lock me in but no matter what i have the master key. Now I am back on the court because this the only way I can get over this agony. So now each day taking shot after shot just thinking of my family. My passion for this game made me the last of a dieing breathed. Crossing over my enemies is feeding my energy. A street baller leaving a legacy my game strong so I am stuck in your memory.