The gym. Home of basketball, but also some pimps, some bad people, some users of women. How do I balance my need for hoops, with these groups. Cause I ain’t tryna be like them. Shit, it hard. What the fuck do I do. Ahhh, just get on wit’ it.
Putting myself in precarious positions. Nefarious conditions. I’ll be bruised, they’ll smile amused. But I love the pain, of that shit I strain. Simple and plain, they a pimp mane. Getting that puss, not letting any fuss. About treatment, go blow the meat sent, down a throat, they renowned and showboat. I got hoes, I got flows, I do too but not those flows. I got decency, my shot of recency, not hot but a lot plot. To shut it down regardless, cause when I’m on, I’m don, known as the hardest. Am I getting through, letting you see? Or for sure this is his mind free. Kindly, I’ll tell you. When ya swim in the gym on a whim they sell you. Being a mack, terrible toughness. I’m seeing the wack, so I bluff this. Getting along as betting they wrong, won’t get me when it basketball. Hysterical, the casket all, y’all gon’ be in, will have you seein’. Craze, a maze, with haze. Confusion, like the women ya be usin’. Oozin’ hoops, I still part of groups, but I try to keep outta loops. Deep on they stoops, to hellish, I relish. In not being one myself. I shelf, my power and they may tower. But I know, my heart is what a bro. Really out bout, fuck it. I hope I make this shot. Hah.
