I call this our game, me and my friends ball at hothers park every sat... well usally sometimes we don't but usally. Alot of people come and watch, we play nfl street style, some people think we play to ruff. hope yal like Our game We be playin at Hothers, Just me and those brothers. That we know so tight, Thoughout the whole night. Playin games that long, The game that I grew on. Back when I was shorty, I never missed that tourney. Watching the big dawgs, Fighting in the fog. Just over a ball, But never losing at all. But now I’m all grown, Playing in my new home. Kids gather watch a game, I did just the same. They look all amazed, Some just look dazed. Rentacops stalk, Want us out of their park, Who cares if we’re dark. This is our heat, our street, our meet, One you can’t beat. So just take your seat. Cuase we just can’t stop. Only place that we’re hot. Only time we’re on top. Not ******* wit pot. This is our spot. Our game, Only fame, Everyone wants the same. One play, One day. That you might break though To get you, And make it to the end. Make the play and you win. The feeling of a sin. The right to celebrate, The fight to discrimate. It’s the game I grew to say. That one day I will play. It will always be that way. The game will stay. We play every week, Its just the game that speaks. The game that says it all. The game that is ours, The game we call football.