Treasure Island

Plague Rose


Basketball, basketball
Life is just like basketball
Shoot a million times
You won’t get ‘em all
And just the same
You might miss every shot
But keep on tryin’
You get whatcha get
And you got whatcha got
And though some people
I ain’t namin’ names
Do nothin’ but grow
And nothin’ but gain
And a single shot to them
Is just another day
But with every winning team
There’s an underdog
Just waitin' to shine
Doin’ his best and workin’ hard
That one shot means more
Than his own life
And in the end
Whether you win the game or not
Just to know you did your best
And whatcha got
You got

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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