This had the slowly simmering texture of a quaker making his morning meal. The granulated gleam of brown sugar, a dab of salted butter, a splash of whole milk. The energy from these components in the first verse gives the reader enough energy to make his morning cup of colombian coffee mixed with dark roast, a gourmet specialty he ground himself. Taking out the business section of the New York Times to view stock options, the reader is then transported to lunch at rucker park where a wide variety of deft nimble head and shoulder fakes leads the competition away from the paint as the home team's long range shooter is left WIDE OPEN at the line. Smfh, now the crowd's going crazy, it's up to him, the ball is lost in the sun's cold uncaring rays and falls with gathering Vince Carter force toward the rim and as a child drops him popcorn his mother grabs her hair in anguish, face contorted and crying. Another jumps for joy and one of the teams is led to victory, but which?
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