got me~

picture this
we got a kid in a room
his hand sweating and shacking while his lacing his shoe
his excitement building up for what's coming up soon
to get up there and do what he was born to do
he's listen to the beats
he's trying to get in the zone
he's gotta take control and made every movement his own
he's juts a lil' bit tired
he's just a lil' bit scared
but he was so focused he won't show it when he's finally there
cuz' now he's out on the floor
and he's catching the pace
slashing trough the glass
moving so fast right through the hall
they don't know how to stop it
but he keeps on dropped it
2's and 3's by the second and the crowd is rocking
so they knocked him
knock him down on the floor
he takes a deep breath before he gets up and look around
everything is in slow motion
the crowd as an ocean
only 1 minute left,
before he's crown as the best..

imagine,
a lil' girl in the stand
the kids her older brother
and she's he's number 1 fans
he's always looking out,
for her that he looks up,
to him that she wants nothing more than for her brother to win.
but the truth,
is that there's someone on the other team,
someone who stole her heart,
someone that hold her dream,
they kissed for the first time just the other evening,
her brother's 23 but his lover's number 16,

the drama is sets,
the whole scene is intense,
she doesn't know which one to cheer up for and she's getting upset,
cuz they are on each other next,
and what happens next,
is that the boyfriend steal the ball and checked the kids in his chest.

number 1 on the break,
12 cliques on the chase,
brother goes in the air,
with brother rumpling the space,
they come crashing to the dirt,
tears about to burst,
when the game is over who's she gonna runs to first?

this game of life is one big struggle
we gotta hustle just to make it everyday and
to find ourselves a way to fight
the fears we facing
and to grab those we chasing
cuz there ain't no competition
when we rise to the occasion...