Hustle Award
When I was thirteen
I wanted a passion so badly
But sadly that didn't work out
So one day I picked up a piece of paper and wrote out
"Basketball: Imma be the best one" - Word out
Went out - Got my first ball
Started practicing at night 'cause the days were too warm
Just kiddin' - practiced night, day and evening
Jerseys always needed cleanin'
Lack of skill was never forgiven
Running was my only thrill then
So freshman year I didn't make the cut
Caught me outta luck
But to their practices I still showed up
Sophomore year, guess what
Made JV and worked my ass off
Junior year, varsity appeared near my name (huh)
Time to bring fame to the game
Number 33: my brother's old tee
Trust me, I will bring honour to thee
Season passed - now I shoot not only pass
Phil chose Greg and I to lead the pack
Captains! Wish I could tell myself in the past
That the hard work paid off at last
Alas, no time for celebrating
Brain formulating
The title and how we gon' snatch it
Falcons and underdogs? Strange matches
Last match was Senior Night
Before we go off to championship clashes
But on a layup on the way down my bone crashes
Tibia and Fibula
Out their rapper like Ricola
Aware like Kevin Ware
That it was very serious
Picked up my leg
Shit's snapped in half
Now my sneakers chillin' in a blood bath
The end of my career, but a wave crystal clear
Of acceptance appeared, I feel God near
But what do I learn here
Not to go up when the shots clear
I can't cry, my whole family is here
Stay strong, at least till the ambulance comes
And takes you away
What's the reason for this pain
I'll understand someday - currently I just want my recovery
To start X-ray looking like modern art
Surgery in two weeks? That's way too far
But patience is a virtue I've learned that before
So this lesson what is it? The answer came with each visit
The love surrounding me is suddenly explicit
I needed this to see my bliss
Ironically a step closer to my wiseness
Wrong term - wisdom
Weaks gone, finally get to go home
Can't walk but my mind travels long
Distances, since then songs made from instances
You are my witnesses I'll show you who the killer is
So I can warn ya
Since the story just finished
Let me do the welcoming
These songs were my objectives
With my time, in California
I wanted a passion so badly
But sadly that didn't work out
So one day I picked up a piece of paper and wrote out
"Basketball: Imma be the best one" - Word out
Went out - Got my first ball
Started practicing at night 'cause the days were too warm
Just kiddin' - practiced night, day and evening
Jerseys always needed cleanin'
Lack of skill was never forgiven
Running was my only thrill then
So freshman year I didn't make the cut
Caught me outta luck
But to their practices I still showed up
Sophomore year, guess what
Made JV and worked my ass off
Junior year, varsity appeared near my name (huh)
Time to bring fame to the game
Number 33: my brother's old tee
Trust me, I will bring honour to thee
Season passed - now I shoot not only pass
Phil chose Greg and I to lead the pack
Captains! Wish I could tell myself in the past
That the hard work paid off at last
Alas, no time for celebrating
Brain formulating
The title and how we gon' snatch it
Falcons and underdogs? Strange matches
Last match was Senior Night
Before we go off to championship clashes
But on a layup on the way down my bone crashes
Tibia and Fibula
Out their rapper like Ricola
Aware like Kevin Ware
That it was very serious
Picked up my leg
Shit's snapped in half
Now my sneakers chillin' in a blood bath
The end of my career, but a wave crystal clear
Of acceptance appeared, I feel God near
But what do I learn here
Not to go up when the shots clear
I can't cry, my whole family is here
Stay strong, at least till the ambulance comes
And takes you away
What's the reason for this pain
I'll understand someday - currently I just want my recovery
To start X-ray looking like modern art
Surgery in two weeks? That's way too far
But patience is a virtue I've learned that before
So this lesson what is it? The answer came with each visit
The love surrounding me is suddenly explicit
I needed this to see my bliss
Ironically a step closer to my wiseness
Wrong term - wisdom
Weaks gone, finally get to go home
Can't walk but my mind travels long
Distances, since then songs made from instances
You are my witnesses I'll show you who the killer is
So I can warn ya
Since the story just finished
Let me do the welcoming
These songs were my objectives
With my time, in California
Credits
Writer(s): Leonardo Picchi
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