Most folks have never lived at the end of some kinda throw.
Its a fast life, one with plenty of dibs, dabs and bounces
and if you’re lucky big bastards toss you all around
and no matter where you go you always get
caught and within no time at all someone wants you to move on.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Are you gonna take that lsd tab? Are you?
Folks get good with the sticks.
They head over to dude’s house.
Throw the ball around a bit.
Dude catches a pass. He don’t have a stick.
Game over. Next time, he volunteers.
Lets call it Acrobatics That Woik.
Cause they weel.