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