My Game

My Game

Smooth like butter
The ball flies from my hands
And my feet touch the ground
As I watch it
SWISH
Nothing but net
And yet
Still fools be tryin
To break my game
Call me outta my name
Call me Sonny
Or Son
Tell me I gotta get the job done
But this is my job
The bumps on the ball
Tattooing my palms
Asphalt burning through my sneaks
Pentagons of chain-link fence
Shadow my back
My attitude is altitude
My hops is tops
And I will defeat you
Cuz I got pride on my side
As you ride
My back from center court
To the net
What'd you get
My heels in your face
As I flew into space
And the ball man
The ball bouncing
It's energy off the concrete
In front of you
Tired from it's journey through the hoop
And I land like cat
On my feet
And I smile
Cuz I know
And you know
And all the peeps know
That my game
Is sweet.

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