Basketball
That night we step on the wood
We all know we could
We shoot around to find our shot
Some find it and some not
We know its win or lose
It is our to choose
Some shoot threes higher than the trees
Some go to the post
And fight coast to coast
We jump for the ball
If we get it its our call
We are a team
We stick together like a seam
We do what we can to win
Even if we have to take it on the chin
It get physical and rough
So you have to be tough
This is basketball
If you play its your call
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