In a dusty old court, where dreams are made
I was born as a ball, smooth leather glaze
Bounced by eager hands, as the sun would blaze
Every dribble, every shot, a chance to amaze
From the rough concrete floor, I'd take flight
Through the air, spinning, soaring, reaching heights
Nothin' but net, swishin' through the night
In the midst of the game, I found my light
Ballin' in the dusty court, where legends are found
Spinnin' 'round and 'round, we hold our ground
With the DJ on the scratch, feel the bass pound
In the rhythm of the game, we're forever bound