My mantra has come to pass for a second straight season
Wedding time is here and the Lakers again teasin
I say it high, I say it low, I say it when it's time to go
For it's my sign off...my fateful phrase
My hopes and my dreams, my nights and my days
Team colors I bleed...the purple and gold
NBA titles I need, to have and to hold.
I say it loud, I say it clear
I say it over and over for the blogging world to hear.
This year began, I still uttered the phrase
Though this time last summer, I ached for days.
Those little green men returned once again, to smash my high note, and bring the ride to an end. But with every years close a new beginning blossoms, and with every playoff win the harsh blow of failure slightly softens.
A taste of honey here and there as the season progressed, the thrill of victory, a puffed out chest.
So again here go- in the hunt yet again
Time after time The Master of Zen
A rapist?, a headcase, an unproven pivot
A tall mushy Spaniard, the pain of 08' now a divot.
A youngbuck small forward, who's hitting his shots
A triad of point guards playing in spots
The Bench Mob, Lamar's candy, Tyrese's rendition
Jack in the front row, Ko-BE in the kitchen.
What's that smell? - Is it rings a brewin?
Or is it the Magic on a mission to ruin
First the three-peat, then two Finals losses?
Will the ball be dropped or will they be the big bosses?
I don't know my friends, but game one looms
Until Thursday's tipoff, I'll relax with some tunes
I hope you're diggin the vibe that I'm sellin
More so, I hope that the Lakers keep gellin
Los Angeles survived the Rockets and Denver
Now it's Orlando's turn to step into the blender
The Lakeshow's on a mission to bring home the bacon
Supaman and his sidekicks best not be fakin
L.A. is focused and once again ready
Slicin and dicin like that Kruger guy Freddy
So come one come all, bring your knife and your spoon
The special of the day is....
LAKERS IN JUNE