the rain is knockin at my door

and i can't see the sun no more

i'ma hafta fight my way

if i'm ever gonna get back,get back,get back

yo picture this

you got a kind in a room

his hands sweatin and shakin while he's lacin his shoes

the excitement's buildin up for what's comin up soon

to get there and do what he was born to do

he's listenin to the beats

he's trying to get in the zone

he's gotta take control and make every moment his own

just a little bit tired

he is a little bit scared

but he's so focused he won't show it when he's finally there

cuz now hes out on the floor

and he's catchin in the pass

slashin to the glass,movin so fast,right to the hole

they don't know how to stop him

and he keeps on droppin

2's and 3's by the second

and the crowd is rockin

so they knock him

knock him down to the ground

he takes a deep breath before he gets up and looks around

everything's in slow motion

the crowd is an ocean

only one minute left

before he's crowned as the best