A Few Brief Words

Feeling like I'm Kobe Or like Jordan in they prime Or maybe more like Pippen Holy solely with a mic We really came from nothing So the top it was a fight Swollen pockets like a tyke's Diaper, parents not in sight Crippled by the plight How 'bout love me for the night Cause tomorrow isn't promised And it isn't in our sight And if no one else hears this, consider this a moment shared