its a white mans world
its a white mans world
but its so many of us
i have brown skin i love the 3 worded syble bas-ket-ball
i feel the rhythm when i bounce the ball when i play
i feel free like my early ancestors are inside of me
my heart thrives with excitement
my thoughts linger back awhile when i was 3and made my first goal
when i made the basketball team in jr. highschool
my coach name was coach carter
i remember practicing the rounties until my team and i got them right
but now i cant play because this cowardly man wont let me stay
hes afraid of my color afraid of my moves and discover and the people that want me to stay