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