Shot Clock

Name: Shot Clock
Duration: 328 s
Description: Shot Clock by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Same court, same net, same ghosts in the room We all reaching for a ring while we staring at the moon I…”

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Verse 1

Posted in the county, sweating out this 954 heat C.O. doing rounds, got me staring at my feet Radio crackling, hear the announcer screaming loud Zo just got a block, but there ain't no cheering crowd I'm a prisoner in a cell, catching phantom alley-oops Dreaming 'bout the city, 'bout the rims without the hoops Got a zoe on the top bunk doing twenty-five to life I just want a second chance, try to make the timing right Crossed over to the wrong side, Hardaway with the rock Now I'm stuck inside a box while I'm watching the clock

Chorus

Same court, same net, same ghosts in the room We all reaching for a ring while we staring at the moon I swear I hear 'em breathing when the city go dark Different jerseys, same struggle, trying to make it off the park Ain't no blood in this bond, just the pain and the sweat Tryna beat the buzzer 'fore the shot clock set

Verse 2

Section 8 talk in the bean, bih the fridge bare Four jits crying and there ain't no daddy there Look up at the screen, number three slicing through the paint Flash carrying the city, I'm just praying to a saint Got the eviction notice sitting on the kitchen counter Sliding down 27th, trying to find a dollar They say the Heat rising, but my AC been broke Lungs burning from the pressure, nah this ain't no second-hand smoke I'm a single mother fighting for a rebound in the fourth They don't see us in the trenches when they looking up north

Chorus

Verse 3

Jit had the whole city waiting on a highlight tape Number one prospect, thought I had the great escape Tossing up the chalk, feeling like the King arrived Till my ACL popped, man, I barely survived Now I'm posted on the porch, watching others get the draft They took my scholarships, man, they took my other half Used to have the Ray Allen corner three on lock Now I'm limping to the store, just another on the block But I gotta find a purpose, gotta pivot from the pain Even without the ball, I gotta dominate the game

Verse 4

Sliding down Biscayne, dirty money getting washed Bubble wrap the packages, the boundaries getting crossed Jimmy with the coffee, I was grinding in the trap Had to bubble up my hustle, put the family on the map No days off, twenty-twenty vision on the prize Seen a lot of fake zoes, looking right into their eyes I'm turning it legit, bought a business out in Broward Used to be the underdog, now I'm feeling so empowered Tyler Herro with the snarl, I'm just stepping on the gas Left the street life behind, watch me hit 'em with the pass

Verse 5

Old man in the hospice, staring at the screen Tubes in his arm, but his memory is clean Watching number forty stepping off the hardwood floor Knowing that he ain't gon' see another season anymore He holding onto a ticket from the championship parade Knowing that his own light is starting to fade Just a lifelong fan, never made it out the mud But he bleeds Heat Nation, yeah it's heavy in his blood

Outro

I woke up in a sweat, staring at my own ceiling Trying to make sense of this crazy ass feeling I thought these were my past lives, or maybe my kin But the math ain't mathing with the era I'm in Zo in the 90s... Wade in '06... Bron in the 2010s... Jimmy in the mix... And the old man watching UD retire... That's thirty years of time, thirty years of fire! I jump out of bed, peel the paint off the wall Right inside the closet, right behind the basketball Five different names carved deep in the wood They ain't connected by blood, they connected by the hood The prisoner, the mother, the hooper, the boss, the old soul Five different people, same exact Section 8 hole They slept in this exact room, dreaming the exact dream Apt 305... we a whole different team. Make it out.

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