I Say My Prayers Every Morning Just Like Orange Juice



I Crack The Crinkles Out My Body Till I'm Feeling Loose



I Strap My Sneakers On My Feet Like They Was Combat Boots



They Fit My Feet Like Cinderella When I'm Shooting Hoops



Why Oh Why Do Memories Keep Chasing Me



Sometimes It Makes Me Wanna Grab My Shit And Flee



Sometimes I Wanna Blow My Brains To Put My Life At Ease



But I Ain't Clocking Out I Gotta See The Seven Seas



Please Seven's A Very Lucky Number For Me



That Was The Age When I Discovered How Good Balling Could Be



Up Every Morning With The Birdies Doing Little Drills



Go To My Left Go To My Right Developing Mad Skills



How Could A Love For This Game Bring So Much Sadness



I Played With Brothas With So Much Badness



But Now They Gone I Sing A Song Pop A Three



From The Top Of The Key In They Memory




(Chorus)



Why Oh Why Do Memories Be Chasing Me



Sometimes It Makes Me Wanna Grab My Shit And Flee



Even In Seasons When It's Another Color Sport



I Still Be Memorizing Lines Out On The Basketball Court Singing



Why Oh Why Do Memories Be Chasing Me



Sometimes It Makes Me Wanna Grab My Shit And Flee



Even In Seasons When It's Another Color Sport



I Be Remembering My Partners On The Basketball Court




Do You Remember Runnin' The Court In September



Me And My Homies Be Down For Whoever



Would Come Along And Try To Send Us To The Showers



From The Game That We'd Been Dominating' There For Hours



All Day To Be More Specific East To West



From Atlantic To Pacific Fools Would Come Round



To Get Down And Try To Take Our Crown



But We Would Hold Our Ground And We Would Never Back Down



Old Timers New Timers Would Get In Line There



And Take A Seat There And Try To Prepare



But Oh No! Ther