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.