Broken again...all my hopes they just go with the wind
like I give a damn, I'm hoping this second breath poses as a friend
give me a hand...especially when we close to the win
I fall back, let it fadeaway...thats when I start choking again
they say, practice makes perfect, the gym floor creates purpose
and on this concave surface it's a far stretch that has my soul searchin'
some would never get it, but they cheer for me when i lay hurtin'
got me gassed up, regular unleaded, and now it has my brain burstin'
took it far as I could get it, trying to forget it but that's over time
if you got the ball in your court you won't get close to mine
don't take offense, with your defensive ass, I know the life
win some, lose some, truthfully am I supposed to lie...
I rather lay up in the spot, graceful with it, call up Larry Bird
couldn't get where I traveled unless they had carried first
that's blood, sweat, tears if you understood all this scary work
crown me King, read into it all and see what it's rarely worth
the rest I just play off, waiting to accept the end & the title
put everything I got into it, fall & rise I just pretend it's final
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