Hometown Hero

by SUBSTANCE810, Onaje Jordan

Lyrics : Shawn Anderson
Music : Onaje Douglas
He said **** a jumpshot, I’ll just pump rock
Next thing u kno he not present at the bus stop
demon time he on a different clock
7am he stood posted at the green box
yeah he was gettin off pieces
to the point the OG on the block felt his wad shrinkin
Jamar pumped all weekend
cold wind in his nostrils, the air reeked of crack smoke and Seagrams
he ain’t never seen money like this
sure beats memorizing plays and running sprints
pumpin nicks, gettin bread like pumpernick
thinkin he bout to cop them jays that he wanted quick
Pops couldn’t get em, that’s why he hate his dad
he think this the way that he can be his own man
Hit the alley to count the money that he made fast
Then OG walked up wit the .40 like I’ll take that
Not too many get to see their destiny
I’m bound to fulfil what’s really meant for me
I’ll find my path eventually
be the hometown hero that I’m meant to be
He can’t believe he got robbed
sittin at the crib tryna think where he went wrong
cold gun in his palm
thinkin maybe he should see if he can get back on the team, nah
then pops asked if he had practice
he said not today , he thought that was weird but didn’t bother askin
Jamar still thinkin bout what happened
he knows it’s either retire or take action
how did life come to this? He was jus shooting baskets
star player, straight As in all his classes
but that money will turn things backwards
thinking drastic he put on his coat and grabbed the ratchet
hit the door, pops like it seem like you don’t love ball no more? Jamar wasn’t sure
hit the curb wit a numb feelin
then his old teammates pulled up in a car and told him get in
thank god for good friends