Now, this is a story all about how
My life got hucked-hurled upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
If you would please
I’ll tell you how I became a player on a team called the Breeze.
In west sunny Frederick born and raised,
Baker Park was were I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out huckin’ D-in’ all cool
And all throwing flicks outside of the school
When a couple of guys who saw I was good
Showed me Ultimate’s bigger than just my neighborhood
I went to one little tournament and I was sure
I said, ‘I’m playin’ in college no matter how obscure’
I practiced and trained with Booya night and day
When finally it came for tournament play
We had seven on the line and were chock full of grit
I brought back the disc and said, ‘I might as well huck it’
First D, yo this is rad!
Drinking in that sweet sweet victory
Is this how people spend all their weekends?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear there’s club, AUDL, all that
Is that the type of scene for this cool cat?
I think so
I’ll work to get there
I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Swag-Air
Well, club season came and when they saw me
There was a dude offering me a spot on American Hyperbole
I learned so much more
Than in my college play
What a family Hype became, never led me astray
I whistled when I heard of pro tryouts coming near
The team was so fresh it had me feelin’ queasy
If anything I could say that they some flair
But I thought ‘Turn down for what?’ – ‘ Yo, homes we Breezy’
I played my first season, we went 10 – 4
And I yelled to my teammates ‘Yo homies, next year!’
I’m back once again
I’m finally here
To play with the Breeze as the Prince of Swag-Air |
