I've dedicated a great deal to the Nets, no tricks
I remember watching Josh Boone brick free throws
On my 20 inch back in 06, A little kid,
Attempting his best to imitate everything J Kidd did,
In the playgrounds, I recall my mother saying
'Hey Now' at the way I reacted to VC throwdowns,
Didn't have the chance to experience our finals showdowns
Back in the Golden Age, us on the front page,
Claiming the Nationwide Stage, With Martin and Van Horn
Sadly that age quickly passed on, our owner wasn't back strong
Ripped the team apart, disrupted the art from the start
Trading RJ for Simmons and Yi?
Nothing valuable but Courtney Lee for VC?
Not even a draft pick, fed up with this garbage
Coach Frank should have stuck the piece to Ratner's cartiledge
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
Is what my man Lamont said, I followed his footsteps,
But turned on Yes to watch nothing but nonsense
12-70 isn't quite what I would label as serenity,
Painful memories, and the 3rd overall choice was our destiny
6 months of Melodrama ended as badly as expected
Yet a Jazzy phone call redirected, the route of a franchise
And today I get to see 'D will' in a mans eyes
To return power to whom it's rightful
And bring us Howard, and recruit an exciteful
Team to Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Alley oops that'll be lethal, with an exclamation
And make Ian Eagle say JUBILATION
Hell, we might even get back Beadle from sportsnation
I got a colder stare than Hopsin,
And even when you face defeat
You can rise to your feet
And say at least I battled, word to Avery Johnson.
First Post here on ND, hope you all enjoyed it.