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 Manigault 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