Yo, yo, check it  Unattached and calm, sundaes and pills I palm  with intentions to make it to the league  Intrigued by two-letter cars, SE's and GS'ses  On the court niggaz I leave like messages  Plagued by this ball-player exorcist  It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us  Kenny is our Moses in this five-on-five Exodus  For the game of life, full courts ain't preppin us  Schools want me, but the ghost of Mango haunts me  Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country  I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights  Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right  Either rich poor or Mike is who I wanna be like  Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite  Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Len  that I'll end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends  Beneath the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?  More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer  People play juror, I witness the fall of legends  Once was the joint now they restin got a God given present  My gallant talent is like a magic  trick turned by a chick with a bad habit  Opportunity to move I grab it  Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc  Man to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zone  Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown  Competition gets blown like speakers  when I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers  Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better  Want to stay eighteen forever  But now I stay on point like Rod in this Strickland  If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man  From thoughts that pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny  Kings  Think fast over breaks, dialect I'm dribbling  Remembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme Court  Realizing, that rap and life are team sports  I follow deep thoughts  Moves never perceived thought lyrical Johnny Cochran  cause of the way I free thought  The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sports  or either to the tip he gotta resort  my seed'll be taught to start his own  In the, George Carter zone  Don't wanna be a dope MC living in his momma's home  Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone  Unknown zones I roam with mind architechter  Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let God direct ya