The sweat running down his chin, the long practices
Of lay ups, sit ups, and “you up!” demanded by his mentor.
With his nikes laced up and home jersey tucked
hes ready to defend what is already claimed his.


“SHOOT THE BALL”, “SHOT CLOCK RUNNING DOWN, NEED A THREE”, “ PASS THE BALL”, “PRESSURE ON ME, NEED THIS SHOT”,
SWOOSH! The crowd jumping up and down,
Enemies hugging their temporary buddies
Momma screaming, “that’s my baby”
Crying in disbelief.

Aint no thang to a ballerrrrrrrr

His eyes feeled with joy,
With one hand on the ball and the other on his girlfriends chin
he imprints a memory that will last forever.

Kissing the undersides of her wrist,
Hes off for another long practice.


Aint no thang to a ballerrrrrrrr