A blind mans sight is just as precious as a mans wife/
They go together like a knife griped in a hand tight/
He was born in a Christian household now he can’t even tell if he is taned or white/
But still shines brighter then a candle light/
Jason played ball with his handle tight, now he walks with shades on his manly face/
Dreams about dreaming to still be able to live the American dream/
He still panicking for the green, but his life aint goin’ nowhere like a manikin seen in a mall with franking teens/
Its like his vision is shattering his dreams, bating his means/
He wants to be noticed like a gat on a scene, maybe a bench player or the main cat on the team/
The only thing J got out of this was a better hearing, but he says he rather see the basket and shoot the J/
And wear a shoe to play..win games and go to parties in a suit that’s gray/
He dreamt about being on espn…shootin’ freethrows to put his team up and become a cham-pee-n/
J still misses the fact that he cant stand and pee again, or put right amount of sugar and drink his tea again/
He wants to make commercials where he can sweat Gatorade, or shave his face with a razor blade/
He tells every one he wants to blow up like 8 gernades/
After thinking about all this he asks a lady to help him cross the street/
Cause he needs to go home because he lost some sleep/
Holla BaK
