Game of Basketball
My heart races as I step on the court
Basketball my favorite sport
The whistle blows to start the game
It's a feeling I can't explain
My team is my family
When we work together there's no boundaries
Pass, shoot, score
Everyone wants more
Time for defense no one gets by
Shot goes up the ball is mine
The half time buzzer blows
Into the locker room we go
Start at half it's a tie
We need to give it our all to get by
Ten seconds left down by one
We can't be done
I have the ball I shoot a three
The crowd stands up and cheers or me.
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