My inspiration: Kobe
Greatness does not die with death,
rather it flies whils't we cry.
ten years old and all I could do is look,
in awe at the shots he took.
4.3 and counting, step back swack,
Lakers over the Grizzlies, words were lacked.
Never was a quetion of his drive,
his actions unable to lie.
His fall shocked us all, but awoke something
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