Check It, Check It

Gym lights take a little while to run Flickers, bickers with itself Fade on Nightly, he lays, contemplating The escape of his talent When did it happen While I run my manicure on his scalp Attempting to purge anxiety He always said The Gym, Mami, it's always artic and bleak first thing But once I step out onto the court, it doesn't matter to me anymore All I remember seeing is me, my finest companion in my hand And the score Between winning and regret Baby I want to be the best Can I be the best? Echo the ambition in his footsteps There he stands I haven't been granted sanction Into his sanctuary Curiosity often maims the conscience And I creep to rediscover This extraordinary lover eyes colored willpower This Basketball playing man of mine What a Man is made out of is always displayed when unseen Palming the ball delicately like it was his final shot Check it Check it, Ally opp Running is part of the game Some people, he says Run away Others, run towards And there he goes, sprinting, towards a world I cannot see Only him, destiny forcing the artist to take the definitive bow Concluding performance to the empty stands silently screaming his name Wrap it up, unrivaled, box and deliver This is the last time All conceived hopes and dreams constricted into the physics of the free throw Rebound, there it goes Appreciate the pose Of the defeated hero Beautifully disengaged Kneeling in the middle of the polished battle field Hand gripping the uniform of the brave Sweat devoutly healing the wounds of his pride Lifts his head and gets up again That's my man Endless sand running through the hourglass doesn't mean time The definition of time to him When the scoreboard reads a tie and ten seconds left in a game Desperation leaks from hardened eyes Cold determination Seeps through barriers and mixes the flame Of passion and logic open and out, Flick of the wrist and the shoes with black tips Go up, burnt orange glory soars One last shot, baby That's all you got love affairsof the guaranteed always allured Sanctified worship of Lady Luck Masquerading as a pair of lucky drawers After a loss like this Alone, amidst Broken dreams, a broken heart Bonds crushed, vanity scarred By the fatal mistake Of believing in faith Basketball is his life's love I am merely his mistress Here he stands alone Shadows I have only seen in deepest repent Release Rebound, Check it Check it