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IP:
a man who liked to battle the odds
me and my boy were court gods hustling for a living a two man squad
everyday gambled for money or possesions
any place or time for bball sessions we outskilled cats answering all questions
me and Mike were masters of our game
magicians of the ball we fast became, feared and respected under the same name
but our win streak was shattered when Mike was caught in a crash
now running my own show for cash the legendary duo ripped in half
strapped for money i balled opponents solo
i won games but in truth i'd never been so low problems off court shadowed my money show
girl trouble little income the list had no end
depressed and deflated in the descend i increased the stakes in games to cover my spend
day after day i continued to win
but the cash just covered loans my zest for life wore thin i told myself to look within and take it all on the chin
finally though a local prodigy challenged me
'first to 21 and its for your house keys' the prize was too big for me to turn down u see
*at 3 o'clock i turned up to meet destiny...but it didnt shake my hand
the day was hot....and sweat drenched my torso from every gland*
we walk onto the court....
after givin the 'ref' the keys it was time....
few words came to mind....'let's do this' seemed the right kind
a flip of the coin gave 'Local' a head start
hitting the tarmacced surface time to depart a quick check and we were balling hard
the ball became an extension to arms dribbled precisely from palm to palm and shot with intention to do harm
after 20 minutes the score was 14 all court trickery conjured crazy moves with the ball and every basket a closely contested call
we both battled hard the sweat attested our scars
even pegging so far a crowd gathered to see these street stars
with the rock in carry i wanted a gap in scores
a quick fake outside the trey line i let go to a roar but i slipped and it didnt even hit the board
my groan met the spectators gasps
a point gifted when it left my grasp my mind drifted to mike...if only i coulda passed
back to reality and i lost the next points before trailing by one
i couldnt focus and was blinded by the sun digging deep but all i found was none
however i kept the deficit to one point up to 20
one more for him and i'd leave empty but it was in vain...my drive had left me
he scored the winner with a double cross and fade
tears welled inside me with me to this day as the mob crowded round the victor who left me in the shade
a storm brewed inside me at my loss of sense
anger rippled through me i was a hopeless mess....leaving the court i went to nurse regrets.....
with ONE BRICK my house had crumbled from possesion
the philosophical type i had at least learned a lesson
i left to get my things...a long walk for nothing what will the future bring?
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