"Either you're slingin' crack-rock, or you've got a wicked jump-shot."
Nobody wants to work for it anymore. There's no honor in taking that after school job at Mickey Dee's. Mowing lawns. Paper routes. You think honor is in the dollar, kid. When in reality honor is in the work. Shooting those 1,000 shots after practice. Dribbling the ball every where you go. Doing 3 more suicides when the team is satisfied with doing 5. That's honor kid. A true baller is not a rapper. Not a thug. Not a pimp. A true baller has a wicked jump-shot!
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