Afternoon Basketball

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Stephen Bard

Stephen Bard is a musical artist known for his versatile songwriting and genre-blending style. Based on his extensive discography, he is skilled in creating melodic and introspective songs that touch on themes of love, relationships, and personal growth. Bard's music incorporates elements of rock, pop, folk, and soul, showcasing his ability to seamlessly blend different genres. He is recognized for his emotive vocals and heartfelt lyrics, creating a unique and captivating musical experience. more »

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Willie Byrd the Third
I heard they clipped his wings
Now he don’t fly, don’t go high
Don’t know why
The birds in this cage still sing
Ain’t no heat on Mission St
It’s beat
They hardly eat all day
Against the wall as all that salty soul food just gets thrown away
Winters on the kitchen floor
The flaming oven’s open jaw
Like summer’s burning bedroom claw
But not as fierce and not as raw
Demo’s cool in school
He plays the fool for all his mugs in class
Clowns around but division’s got him down
The boy is hardly passing
Tries to rise but the criticizing eyes
Just see another stupid kid
No one takes the time to find
That precious mine there in his head
Willie Byrd, T. and Jerome
Though the bell has rung ain’t going home
Demo kicks it down to the gym
He knows his boys be waiting on him to play
Afternoon basketball
Up and down the court
Some are tall, some are short
They play
Afternoon basketball
Hits a layup on the fly
Hams it up when the girls go by
You say
Afternoon basketball
Jerome’s daddy ain’t nowhere to be found
And Willie Byrd’s just flew
Demo’s brother is doing 7 for fives and dimes
And that .22 he had
Grandma Byrd says, “He got what he gave…
The boy just ain’t no good
Could’ve stayed in school but now
He’s nothing but some lowly hood”
Willie lies in bed at night
And prays dear Jesus make it right
Bring my daddy home to stay
Maybe Sundays he and I could play
Afternoon basketball
Up and down the court
Some are tall, some are short
They play
Afternoon basketball
Shooting hoop out in the sun
Nothing wrong with having fun
You say
Afternoon basketball
Willie Byrd the Third
The word I heard is that he had a Fourth
Took his sweet Latisha and their baby boy
To live up north
Don’t know why the years all fly and suddenly
His boy is ten
Works real hard down at the yard
Never seen his pop again
But Willie Byrd done made a vow
To bring that boy up good somehow
Been there every single day
And Sundays now they both go out and play
Afternoon basketball
Up and down the court
Daddy’s big and his boy is short
But not for long
No not for long
Hits a layup on the fly
Hams it up with his momma watching him
Afternoon basketball

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