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I was brought up inna place in East London, by the name of Hackney

I would love to cross waters to the suburbs with the family

I was racially abused at the age of 12 at school

I wanted to report it to the head teacher, but in reality would have been made a fool

I like to hit things, so I decided to buy a baseball bat

I also brought myself a Chicago white sox hat

On route to training a police car pulled up on the side of the round

Said to me “they need to stop & search me” out this winter cold

I thought, is it because I’m wearing black, had a bat in my bag, or because I’m black

I refused to let them search me, I said “I have a bat because I play baseball

So they wrestled me to the ground like a raging pit-bull

One of the officers pulled my arm across my back, face down on the floor, I’m sure he broke my arm

I was thinking what kind of life is this with eye water (tears) coming down my eyes

Could barely move in the police car my hands tied back, felt paralyzed

You try to live good and peacefully 

I feel the whole world against me, trying to kill me

While in the cell I was thinking and dreaming of playing for the white sox

While my family cheer me on in the director’s box

I got a caution as I was let of

It was time to put on my hat and glove

Forward 10 years later

I’m playing In front of a sell-out crowd, I feel even greater

We was on a 10 game winning streak going to the finals

We was playing against our rivals

I needed just one home run to beat the record

Imagine one time I was ignored

Believe we only needed one run to win the championship so I stepped up

First ball strike, second ball strike, but then hit a home run on the last ball to win the game and the championship

It was great sportsmanship

I accomplished something impossible

I became the greatest player to ever to step onto a baseball field