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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Backboard bruises on my hands
Morning came and I still stood
No one saw the kitchen floor
Only me and all that wood
I was thin on hope back then
Carrying shame in my chest
Then that orange ball rolled back to me
Like it knew I needed rest
[Pre-Chorus]
One more dribble
One more shot
Heart still racing
But I stopped
[Chorus]
Basketball saved me from death
Basketball saved me from death
When my name felt gone
It kept me strong
Basketball saved me from death
[Verse 2]
Bleachers cold, my breath was smoke
Sweat ran down my busted chin
Coach just said keep moving kid
So I kept moving back in
Every miss taught me how
Not to fold when nights got long
Every rebound pulled me up
Every fall made me more strong
[Pre-Chorus]
One more dribble
One more shot
Heart still racing
But I stopped
[Chorus]
Basketball saved me from death
Basketball saved me from death
When my name felt gone
It kept me strong
Basketball saved me from death
[Bridge]
I was close to the edge
Close enough to feel it
Then the ball hit my palm
And I had to meet it
Now I wear these scars
Like a line I survived
If I lose my way again
I know how to stay alive
[Chorus]
Basketball saved me from death
Basketball saved me from death
When my name felt gone
It kept me strong
Basketball saved me from death
Style
hip-hop soul with a mid-tempo swung groovedusty boom-bap drumswarm electric pianoand a walking bass line; verse one is sparse and close-mic with just kicksnareand chopped vinyl texturespre-chorus opens with stacked harmonies and filtered padschorus hits with full drumsgang vocal repeatsand a short horn answer. use intimate doubles in verseswider ad-libs on the hookdelay throws on the word "saved." add a reverse swell into each chorus and a tape stop before the bridge. mix is warmpunchyand cinematic.
Prompt
Basketball saved me from death
Credits
Prompt byBoldFlash394
GeneratedJun 23, 2026
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