Hakeem Olajuwon
San Francisco, California heartbreak
Driving South for that California milkshake
Joni Mitchell, Kerouac, sunshine
State line, they told me, Right place. Wrong time.
I think I'm having an energy crisis
Now I'm walking towards the door
Colorado, Rocky Mountain bunny slope
Plaid shirt, red dirt, stable isotope
Mile high, you've been suited, been tied
Deep fried, you've been deep dark freeze dried
I think I'm having an energy crisis
Now I'm walking towards the door
H-town, Clutch City, off the backboard
Hakeem Olajuwon, 1994
Rigoberto, it says it on my nametag
See, I'm a new here, I'm running from the jetlag
I think I'm having an energy crisis
I'm a flying candelabra
I'm uplugged, sunkissed
I think I'm having an energy crisis
I'm a flying candelabra
I'm unplugged, sunkissed
I think I'm having an energy crisis
Now I'm walking towards the door
Mic check, metropolis on my back
Y'all can saddle the silhouettes as I slip in the sunset
Lion turtle, bodysurfing, curled in the current like cursive
Graffiti murals, unfurled memorials for the murdered
Superimposed on my person, I've been shouldering burdens
Not sipping on lean, this is lean on me, we the unheard and hurting
Grew up a bike ride from the beach, but the insides beat the streets
Black Star Respiration soundtracked the struggle to me
But still a brother can't breathe, so I'm on my knees, on my feet
Civil disobedient sixteens since the city of six strings
Microphone in the hand, land of the free, the plan from my man D
All black, John Cash in Nash, RUN-DMC in Queens
Scarface in the H, clutch like Hakeem the Dream,
Glide like Clyde with each stride, my team FLY
Like breakers slide on the hardwood at halftime
And if home is where the heart is
This is definitely mine
If home is where the heart is
This is definitely mine