Dear Basketball
Dear basketball,
The long dreadful sweaty prctices make me tired
Shoot sprint, shoot sprint makes you restless but
Knowing it worth it when the clock is expired
Creates the best feeling ever in your gut.
Game days send the chills and thrills up your spine
As you step on the floor like Lebron James
Getting your head in the game so you can shine
Shooting lights out so they remeber your name.
As the fourth quarter arrives it's do or die
You can either kill them or give them hope
As the final second count down they let you fly by
Getting that last second dunk without any dope.
Even though I know it is only a game
I know one day it will lead to my fame.
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