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8, 7, 6…
here comes another
he tries to snatch my ball away
"give it up, crater face!"

he sits in my science class
can't tell his head from his a**
somehow he thinks he's a wiz
i reverse my shot and hollah back,
"do you know what a crater is?!"

ball in the palm of my hand
takin' aim, goal on the rim
yet another comes
she blocks my shot and grins,

"hey four-eyes, how many fingers do you see?"
my goals don't change, just rebound and switch hands:
"i see through my nemesis and that's 20/20, baby!"

now all are after me

5, 4, 3…
i crouch real low you see
ball to concrete i dribble and bounce
one of them shouts,

"ain't gettin' out alive, queer geek!"
splittin' their defense
i drop-step and hollah back,
"kiss my rainbow, see you next week!"

hangin' in mid-air for a spell
(i ain't CP3, Leslie, Swoopes nor Kobe)
but the joy i feel i can't tell

slam-dunk? finger roll? i think not
splittin' their defense i do a hook shot
(never let 'em take your spot!)

2, 1, Game!