Mega Ran - Live 95 (Basketball Diaries) lyrics
[Mega Ran - Live 95 Basketball Diaries lyrics]
My hero wore a blowout on the cover of Slam
Not even six foot tall yet he feared no man
Took a hobby and perfected it used
It to feed his fam
Got dragged through the mud so
Players today could stand
Ever since the night mike switched
Hands on the Lakers we been on the move like
Bank robbers that's pulling capers
Before I was staying up late grading papers
Momma said to cut the noise so
I ain't wake Up the neighbors, yeah
I remember it all summer ninety five
Three years after the Sixers
Had traded Charles we would pray to the Gods
For some favor to fall
Maybe alter the direction of
That lottery ball
On Point, feeding off these emotions
Heart rate thumping and bumping just
Like Barkley and Moses
I'm David Stern when I'm
Approaching the podium
A silence falls over the crowd at
The moment they notice him
I'm from where they hold toast
And argue all day about who's the goat
MJ Bron or Kob'
But we rebuild, a process, new beginning
Been a Couple struggle seasons
But now my dudes is winning
Gotta power forward
But my Guards in the center a stand up dude
That take a charge like defenders
Hooping at the park till
The street lights flicker
Timed the route to make it home
So I could eat my dinner
Mama celeste pizza for one, microwaveable
Couldn't touch the stove
Though I was probably capable
We ain't have money for skates
Rackets or pads
But a basketball was only twenty
Dollars on the ave
We would split it -No hoop no net, no problem
We grab an empty milk crate
And hammer out the bottom stock life
Nobody in my neighborhood was balling
Best friends prolly a game
Boy and that Spalding
Scuffed up knees from glass on the court
But we'd still rock religiously for
The love of the sport
Copping instrumental tape from
The African stand
Nothing to gain but we were so passionate man
It Infiltrated the hood like -
Liquor on closed campuses
Bouncing basketballs off my living
Room oak paneling
Life happens, just handle it, no panicking
Five kids just two beds
That's load management
Struggling to make it like
High pressure free throws
Couldn't ask a soul for assistance
Man that's the ego
My upbringing was gun slinging
Intense living
Only cat in Philly that didn't
Shoot was Ben Simmons if you know what's up
You know I never sold a drug
But do I know the plug
I give that Jordan shoulder shrug it's me
Ex sinner, Guinness award winner
Balling repeatedly
Highlights on SportsCenter what's up
Not even six foot tall yet he feared no man
Took a hobby and perfected it used
It to feed his fam
Got dragged through the mud so
Players today could stand
Ever since the night mike switched
Hands on the Lakers we been on the move like
Bank robbers that's pulling capers
Before I was staying up late grading papers
Momma said to cut the noise so
I ain't wake Up the neighbors, yeah
I remember it all summer ninety five
Three years after the Sixers
Had traded Charles we would pray to the Gods
For some favor to fall
Maybe alter the direction of
That lottery ball
On Point, feeding off these emotions
Heart rate thumping and bumping just
Like Barkley and Moses
I'm David Stern when I'm
Approaching the podium
A silence falls over the crowd at
The moment they notice him
I'm from where they hold toast
And argue all day about who's the goat
MJ Bron or Kob'
But we rebuild, a process, new beginning
Been a Couple struggle seasons
But now my dudes is winning
Gotta power forward
But my Guards in the center a stand up dude
That take a charge like defenders
Hooping at the park till
The street lights flicker
Timed the route to make it home
So I could eat my dinner
Mama celeste pizza for one, microwaveable
Couldn't touch the stove
Though I was probably capable
We ain't have money for skates
Rackets or pads
But a basketball was only twenty
Dollars on the ave
We would split it -No hoop no net, no problem
We grab an empty milk crate
And hammer out the bottom stock life
Nobody in my neighborhood was balling
Best friends prolly a game
Boy and that Spalding
Scuffed up knees from glass on the court
But we'd still rock religiously for
The love of the sport
Copping instrumental tape from
The African stand
Nothing to gain but we were so passionate man
It Infiltrated the hood like -
Liquor on closed campuses
Bouncing basketballs off my living
Room oak paneling
Life happens, just handle it, no panicking
Five kids just two beds
That's load management
Struggling to make it like
High pressure free throws
Couldn't ask a soul for assistance
Man that's the ego
My upbringing was gun slinging
Intense living
Only cat in Philly that didn't
Shoot was Ben Simmons if you know what's up
You know I never sold a drug
But do I know the plug
I give that Jordan shoulder shrug it's me
Ex sinner, Guinness award winner
Balling repeatedly
Highlights on SportsCenter what's up