Air Jordan Of Poetry:

My words are my slam dunks
They get the waving started,
And when I take my flight
You'll be defeated and halfhearted.

As I cross dribble my words
Up and down opposing courts,
With all of my natural talent
They think I invented this sport.

Cause three pointers are for me
I love that outside shot,
But if you try to face me
My dunking skills are hot.

I'm the flying one handed King
And they make shoes after me,
So I sign alot of hot autographs
While I'm pulling in the green.

So all you basketballs on Earth
You don't have too much to dread,
Cause I'm the only man around
That will spin you on your heads.

Watch out for my broke ankels
Those words that are so smooth,
Because if your not careful
They'll stop you in your shoes.

For I am the whole dream team
What others see in their sleep,
Because of my big shoe deal
And my precious Angel Feet.

I don't need that white stuff
Baby powders like others do,
Because I got my Angel Dust
And I do bleed Carolina Blue.

It was never about the Benjamin's
But I really do like my golf,
Where my moolah is'nt up to par
For I take my Godly Wing Tips off.

I've read the King James version
The new most popular brand,
How he's the baddest man on Earth
But he can't touch The Promise Land.