Ball

From dawn til dust I fly through the air.
Hand to hand and around the back with such care.
I've been used for tricks you can only see once.
There's been times I haven't been used for months,
But then here comes along Bon3z and Poe to blow off the dust.
I've mader them rich and I've made them poor.
I've bruised them all over but they want more.
To them I'm not a ball, I'm a passion.
They don't care what they play in, It's not about fashion.
It's about the love of the game,
Ask any baller and they'll tell you the same.
It's not about money of any sort.
You come in, play and leave your heart on the court.
Weither it's street, wood or dirt.
Weither you're playin skins or shirts.
You play to play,
And at the end of the day,
When the moon is out and you can see.
When you've played all day and your body pleas,
To quit and just go inside, you play again.
Your body will frown but you're face will grin.
You go to sleep around four.
Wake up at five, eat and play some more.