luv is like a drop step right before the dunk that posterizes it's trademark move all up in ya face... scorin on the humiliation it takes to allow an other to do as they please when it comes to our names... emotion is jus the trickery of the pass we don't see comin as it turns the head sideways as a distraction... dribblin until it sucks us outta position as the rim job hurts more than the attachments of the ego let go of with the interaction... dribbling shakes the confusion within for which way the feet move is so fuckin unknown... set up on the walk as space closes half way down to defend a lifestyle of money talkin bs playiin zones... all fed the chance to earn keep by the inbound time startin by contacts will to do what it takes to put points on the board... like it somehow became a sport to fuck with ones feelings opened up to exhaustion to lose damn near crawlin on the floor...
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