I crack the crinkles out my body till I'm feeling loose
 I strap my sneakers on my feet like they was combat boots
 they fit my feet like Cinderella when I'm shooting hoops
 Why oh why do memories keep chasing me
 sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
 sometimes I wanna blow my brains to put my life at ease
 but I ain't clocking out I gotta see the seven seas
 please seven's a very lucky number for me
 that was the age when I discovered how good balling could be
 up every morning with the birdies doing little drills
 go to my left go to my right developing mad skills
 how could a love for this game bring so much sadness
 I played with brothas with so much badness
 but now they gone I sing a song pop a three
 from the top of the key in they memory

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 Why oh Why do memories be chasing me
 sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
 even in seasons when it's another color sport
 I still be memorizing lines out on the basketball court singing
 Why oh Why do memories be chasing me
 sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
 even in seasons when it's another color sport
 I be remembering my partners on the basketball court

 Do you remember runnin' the court in September
 me and my homies be down for whoever
 would come along and try to send us to the showers
 from the game that we'd been dominating' there for hours
 all day to be more specific east to west
 from Atlantic to Pacific fools would come round
 to get down and try to take our crown
 but we would hold our ground and we would never back down
 old timers new timers would get in line there
 and take a seat there and try to prepare
 but oh no! there was no chance when we was in the zone
 we was alone at the top we had hops we got props
 and when we needed to we busted chops
 wipe the court with your game like we was using mops
 what ever happened to the super hoopers in the park
 I reminisce while shootin' solitary after dark

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 Brother C came fresh from out of town
 and he had handles and like McDonald's he could clown ya
 dribbling baby bounces between drinking forty ounces
 knock ya on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal
 but oh no, the liquor got quicker to his head and he said
 "I think I musta placed some stupid bets"
 he hit me up for some cash
 there was a car crash a splash and then the brother made a mad dash
 Rob oh Rob his whole life was like a roller coaster
 but on the court he looked like a Dr. J poster
 flying high with an Afro blowing in the wind
 wiping Windex, index finger rolls off the glass
 then swish through the net jump a Corvette with a triple pirouette
 but off the court he had a few temptations copulations
 no moderations by 24 he had 3 pregnations
 last check crack intoxications
 so many other brothers gone from this dimension
 and none of those who got hurt receive a pension
 give a Bup! Bup! to those locked up in detention
 memories too many dimension
 and we say, one more time... one more time

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