Wanted to share this intimate moment with you all. Sensei, Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing They say, ballers, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know You'll know 34 ain't nothing when you're at the top of your game And when you come back, it won't be the same No, it won't. no, no, No it won't. A much needed rest, from the peasants who surround you A rejuvenation of sorts, from the media who hound you It's a bright sunny day outside Ballers they will come, and they will go, When the rain washes you clean, you will know And I don't see no clouds, please don't go, Said, please don't go Oh, oh They crowned u a true baller, true to the streets An inspiration to closers, Like myself, between the sheets So let's keep this train rolling, and press on for a 6 peat It's a jungle out there, baby, and a playa's gotta eat Too noo noo, too, noo, noo Basketball is dead to me. -The Honey Pot
He used to be kinda funny. Now he tries too hard. Actually, I thought he'd finally retired but I haven't been in the hangout much recently.
