its a white mans world

its a white mans world

but its so many of us

i have brown skin i love the 3 worded syble bas-ket-ball

i feel the rhythm when i bounce the ball when i play

i feel free like my early ancestors are inside of me

my heart thrives with excitement

my thoughts linger back awhile when i was 3and made my first goal

when i made the basketball team in jr. highschool

my coach name was coach carter

i remember practicing the rounties until my team and i got them right

but now i cant play because this cowardly man wont let me stay

hes afraid of my color afraid of my moves and discover and the people that want me to stay

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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