Black Poetry : Playin' Ball

Amun-Ra

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Standin' almost six foot seven
Harold could dip and swerve.
No one ever blocked the lane,
because nobody had the nerve.

No one could stay with Harold
when he went strong to the hoop.
My man Harold was one of a kind,
they could never make a 'dupe.

Harold was a playin' fool
until his butt slap stayed too long
that's when I realized
he was singing a different song.

I was amazed at how cool I was,
I didn't go crazy and I didn't shout,
but I made one thing perfectly clear
that "that" wasn't what I'm about.

I called a break, just a brief timeout
warned Harold about illegal use of hands
making it clear that if it happened again
that I'd drop him where he stands.

We still hit the asphalt courts together,
Harold is still my main man above all else
but now when we're playing ball
Harold keeps his hands to himself.



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