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Exercising my creative freedoms. This is about 'that one cop'. In my case it was a she, but we all know they can take many forms and shapes. Lyrics: Tasha 2V, Album: The streets talk Vocals: Tasha 2V, Music: DJ Isabis Born where the river bends and the bricks bleed rust, She came up in silence, in stories and dust. Mama taught her spirit, Daddy taught her fight, Two winds in her chest, one day and one night. Kids laughed at her name, mocked the way she spoke, But she held her head high, never let it choke. City full of sirens, streets full of claims, She learned to walk careful through fire and games. Cops don’t see faces, just shadows and skin, And the gangs write scripture in the ink of sin. But she danced through the danger, never played their part, Kept her soul in her sneakers and her dreams in her heart. The court was her temple, her rhythm, her breath, Where the lines on the pavement kept her from death. No choir, no preacher, just the echo of ball, She prayed with her handles, she rose from the fall. Every shot was a story, every pass was a plea, She carved out a future where her spirit ran free. She grew like a whisper, like moss on the stone, Carving her name where no roots had grown. No powder, no pills, just the pulse of the game, While others got lost, she stayed in her lane. They watched her ascend, from the edge of the block, The same ones who laughed now paused at the clock. She moved like a storm, like a song with no end, Her crossover spoke louder than foes or friends. She ain’t out yet, but she’s breaking the mold, With a jumper so pure it could never be sold. Scholarships whisper, scouts start to call, But she still finds her peace in the echo of ball. The court was her temple, her rhythm, her breath, Where the lines on the pavement kept her from death. No choir, no preacher, just the echo of ball, She prayed with her handles, she rose from the fall. Every shot was a story, every pass was a plea, She carved out a future where her spirit ran free. The court, oh the court, paint faded, net torn, Where sneakers kiss pavement and legends are born. She dribbles through pain, crossovers through shame, Every bounce a prayer, every shot a claim. This ain't just a game, it's her gospel, her fight, Under floodlights, she rewrites her birthright. No refs, no rules, just rhythm and breath, She finds life in the arc, dodging fate and death. Now she stands taller, not just in height, But in truth, in grace, in earned birthright. The city still groans, still pulls at her sleeve, But she’s learned how to stay and still believe. She’s the bridge they ignored, the flame they denied, Now she burns through the court with nothing to hide. She plays for the ones who never got out, For the quiet, the bullied, the ones full of doubt. Her name rings louder than sirens at night, A girl from the shadows who became her own light. The court was her temple, her rhythm, her breath, Where the lines on the pavement kept her from death. No choir, no preacher, just the echo of ball, She prayed with her handles, she rose from the fall. Every shot was a story, every pass was a plea, She carved out a future where her spirit ran free. And now she’s ready, laces tight, heart clear, No fear in her chest, just the future near. She’s got dreams in her pocket, fire in her stride, A rhythm that echoes from deep inside. She’s not just escaping, she’s building her lane, With every step forward, she’s shedding the chain. No longer a secret, no longer a ghost, She’s the one they’ll remember, the one they’ll toast. From the court to the world, she’s making her mark, A girl born in shadows, now lighting the dark. Louisiana nights still whisper her name, But she’s chasing a future beyond the game. Scholarships, scouts, maybe a new zip code, But the court stays sacred, her story’s abode. From bullied to baller, from silence to sound, She found her voice where the lost are found. So when they ask how she made it, how she stayed afloat, She’ll say: “I found heaven in a net with no hope.” ------ ------ ------ Music prompting: Tasha 2V Sound: Suno Art prompting: Tasha 2V Art: ChatGPT