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Isaiah Thomas
Idris Goodwin
Not cobo hall
Not Pontiac silverdome
Further on
To auburn hills
With the swanky homes
Few miles up from where I used to live
The boys in the red & blue – world class wreckin crew
Elbows, reaching in, eye gouging bone breakers
They made it to the finals – game 7 with the Lakers
My pops too geeked
Me and my brother was amp
We was sure 88 they would be world champs
Yeah they fought hard/ it wasn’t in the cards
I met Isaiah that summer/ yeah he seemed scarred
He made us run laps round the gym at his camp
I cant front my shot was wack but my D was exact
Steady I worked - Kept defenders at bay
Swat and take the rock – then shoot it away
And yeah it would brick
But anyway
Magic came to the camp
This what he had to say
“Piston’s shoulda won”
he had no doubt
my pops thought magic was talkin
out the side of his mouth
but I could see Isaiah’s face
he was like hell yes
he was like 89 bad boys
gon be a success
Isaiah Thomas camp
Most improved player
Let the rock go now I’m a rhyme sayer
But 20 years ago
It was all about hoops
Now its loops and flow
Isaiah Thomas camp
Most improved player
Let the rock go now I’m a rhyme sayer
Cuz I had two left feet
But I’m Joe D swift – I got handles on beats
89 roll up
hold up
trade in effect
Adrian Dantly the teacher got eject
Still had Buddha Edwards/ Lambeer
spider John Salley
Rodman didn’t have blond hair
Rick Mahorn Throw fist
Coach Daly throw fits
acquired mark agguire
From the mavericks
When Vinnie J heated up/
That would be it
They was sweepin cats
Throughout the eastern conference
Michael Jordan served
Joe D was superb
Celtics got crushes
Even with Larry Bird
I made poster board signs
Held it like a nerd
Trying to get on the jumbo screen before a word from the sponsors
In the stands with the jacket
my hat autographed blue and red to match it
No posters of MJ, Kareem or Magic
I was a bad boy before puff, martin, will smith’s antics
Game 7 was vital
The took the Laker’s title
fundamental hard playing rust belt idols
Midwest ethic – work with ya teammate
Even if you cant stand him he affects your fate
Before players were rappers
Before baggy shorts
long striped sock
Pulled up like dorks
The game was a metaphor
Not just a franchise
The game was the truth
Not flashy or sanitized
I’ma start my own camp
To improve rhyme sayers
should let the mic go
become ball players
cuz 20 years ago
It was all about hoops
Now its loops and flow
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