it's basketball court tell my life is like a freefall foot prints still on the court floor were my memory's walk chalk still writen on the score board and in the breaze I hear the old wind kicking leaves plus I see little me busting frees I smell the tar seal burning in the summer sun mix with melting bubble gum stuck to the back of my bikes back tyre leaving marks on the car park dark my names still carved in the bark were my memory's blood stains remain like my first tattoo written in the concrete with a peace of bamboo now I go back now and again to get it out of my brain I would never let my memory fade. or get taken away