Live 95 (Basketball Diaries)

Lyrics

My hero wore a blowout on the cover of Slam Not even six foot tall yet he feared no man Took a hobby and perfected it; used it to feed his fam Got dragged through the mud so players today could stand Ever since the night mike switched hands on the Lakers We been on the move like bank robbers that's pulling capers Before I was staying up late grading papers Momma said to cut the noise so I ain't wake Up the neighbors, yeah I remember it all Summer ninety five, three years after the Sixers had traded Charles We would pray to the Gods for some favor to fall Maybe alter the direction of that lottery ball On Point, feeding off these emotions Heart rate thumping and bumping just like Barkley and Moses I'm David Stern when I'm approaching the podium A silence falls over the crowd at the moment they notice him I'm from where they hold toast And argue all day about who's the goat MJ Bron or Kob' But we rebuild, a process, new beginning Been a Couple struggle seasons, but now my dudes is winning Gotta power forward, but my Guards in the center A stand up dude, that take a charge like defenders Hooping at the park till the street lights flicker Timed the route to make it home so I could eat my dinner Mama celeste pizza for one, microwaveable Couldn't touch the stove, though I was probably capable We ain't have money for skates, rackets or pads But a basketball was only twenty dollars on the ave We would split it -No hoop no net, no problem We grab an empty milk crate and hammer out the bottom Stock life, nobody in my neighborhood was balling Best friends prolly a game boy and that Spalding Scuffed up knees from glass on the court But we'd still rock religiously for the love of the sport Copping instrumental tape from the African stand Nothing to gain but we were so passionate man It Infiltrated the hood like - liquor on closed campuses Bouncing basketballs off my living room oak paneling Life happens, just handle it, no panicking Five kids just two beds, that's load management Struggling to make it like high pressure free throws Couldn't ask a soul for assistance, man that's the ego My upbringing was gun slinging, intense living Only cat in Philly that didn't shoot was Ben Simmons If you know what's up, you know I never sold a drug But do I know the plug I give that Jordan shoulder shrug It's me Ex sinner, Guinness award winner Balling repeatedly, highlights on SportsCenter What's up