Pass the Torch

[Verse 1]

Little man on the corner of the court in socks

Ball bigger than his hands but his eyes say “watch”

I see my younger self in the tilt of his chin

All those “what if” questions that I carried within

He say, “Do you think I could really be great?”

I say, “Great ain’t a trophy, it’s the way that you wait

The way that you work when the crowd’s back home