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