Hoop Dreams in Essex

Courts in Essex, where the sneakers squeak louder than the gossip,

Bounce like a Trojan horse, secrets in my pocket.

Net swish symphony, the rim sings a sonnet,

Hustle on the blacktop, dreams hooked on a comet.

No crowns here, just chain-link and blacktops,

Dribblin’ through potholes, dodgin' all the backdrops.

From the baseline, the grind got no pit stops,

Essex born, ball's life, climbin’ to the hilltop.

Hoop dreams in Essex, Trojan heart pumping,

Basketball’s the weapon, hear the court thumping.

Hoop dreams in Essex, no time for slumping,

We rise from the concrete, the future's something.

Three-pointer dagger, sharper than the wit of Shakespeare,

Cross 'em up proper, make defenders disappear.

Trojans on my jersey, legacy carved clear,

Opponents play scared, whispers turn to fear.

Half-court prayers, call 'em holy ambitions,

No refs for the hustle, life’s full of omissions.

Dribblin’ through struggle, dodgin' bad decisions,

Essex to Olympus, hoopin’ on a mission.

Chain nets clanging, anthem of the street,

Ball’s my language, rhythm in my feet.

Essex nights colder, but the game's still heat,

Trojans never fold, nah, we’ll never retreat.