Deflated Dream

A young man around the age of 10,

Stayed on the court, Balling, there wasn't a better feeling

Played with the older guys with no doubts that I was as good as them

I could dribble with the left hand and dribble with the right

I was a true hooper, from sunrise, til night

When the street lights came on I knew I had to go

But the dreams of being a star kept me there, it would let me go

I would shoot, shoot, shoot, hitting shot after shot

I was stopped by a boom, boom, boom, sounds from gun shots

My night was ended, as well as my mornings

I left, I had to go

Now my family is in deep, deep mourning