True Basketball

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Miscellaneous by: Future Compost Heap

Genre: True Confessions

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Miscellaneous by: Future Compost Heap

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Genre: True Confessions

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Summary

The sad tale of a soulful baller and his pursuit of love, happiness, true spalding B-balls, and a court to call his home.

Summary

The sad tale of a soulful baller and his pursuit of love, happiness, true spalding B-balls, and a court to call his home.

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Submitted: April 17, 2013

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Submitted: April 17, 2013

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B-Ball is a rose. Behind a court, that's locked and kept closed.

Maybe just to me, 'cos my hoops been attacked, and slam dunked by tough ballers, bad ballers.

So bought my ball off the street, true B-ball it just can't be beat, I felt so complete.

Married to heavenly Spaldur above, and each night I'd look up at a bright honey-hoop.

'Cos it sure, seemed to built to last, even after my first quarter passed.

I kept right on with it man, like a ghost in a court that looks haunted.

Day after day, I'd steal with my B-ball away. To some large court, we left undisturbed we can slam what we wanted.

But I started to feel like a bystander, sitting on the sidelines.

My B-ball was madly in love or at me, there was no net to dunk, raised my alarm.

Found, I can't make a shot, I'm her hired rookie, I have to layup.

One day I got sick, teammate played me a nasty old trick.

Said I need Spaldur balls, jogged out the court and caught a cab.

Stayed gone for too long, our roster had gotten so strong.

Just to try dribbling back on my own, I had to go into free-hab.

All I need, is safe a court to be, is this where it's at?

Half of no chance, in my B-boy stance, your life's just a ball game.

Now I'm the, King of the court, 'cos I'm good and I train my cohort.

Slam a dunk for the coach to grab me a new backboard.

Tranquil as a dove, people that have lost their B-ball love, they all seem to fit, the same uniform.

I feel slammed, useless and jammed. I wish I was no-baller.

 

 

Take me to the baseline, ball handler.

Take me backcourt today.

Take me out of this center circle.

Take me one on one today.


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