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The sound of the bounce replaces every brutal noise of my reality

From the yells, to gun shots, police sirens and glass bottles being broken among concrete

All I hear is the voice of dedication in my heart....

My mind blinded with envisioned dreams caused by the fear if I'll survive another day

But still dear to take that risk for this game provide me with those dreams of lusting images

When I step on that circle at midway, relieving nothing but burned hands from my shoulders to be only comforted by angels in Jordan's

Voices all around me "Pass Left....Pass Right" "Step Up...Step Up".... till you hear "Swish"

Forgetting who we are, only from the sweat of joy running through our veins within every moment

Letting go of the thoughts of "where we came from" how a small world unites the hood to the suburbs, poor to the rich, black to white, with mix of life together

Allowing us to no longer see black and white of a darken existence but yet a rainbow of the Yeats we struggled and forbidding tears that fallen to finally say....I'm home