paroles de chanson The Legend of Connie Hawkins - Dispatch

It's just a dream
It's just a dream
It's just a dream
It's just a dream

It's just a dream
It's just a dream
It's just a dream
It's just a dream

Down on the courts in Bed Stuy
A legend rose from the streets
Just a poor kid with no use for what the others called gravity
And people came from all around
To see young Connie Hawkins do his thing
And when the hawk went up against the best at Rucker Park
Oh how the choir would sing

Oh high flying kid, do you know what you just did?

And it's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, what do you know
Hey pa, I think I'm gonna make it
I'm going away on a one-way ticket
It's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, steady you go
Round here those are always sinking
Folks will say, "Connie, what were you thinking?"

He lead the team in High School, he never lost once two years in a row
Got a scholarship to Iowa and knew that he had to go
He sent a letter home, to his papa, said, papa, I'm going to the NBA
But then out of nowhere his name got dropped into a scandal
Always someone got to pay

Oh, high flying kid, do you know what you just did?

It's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, what do you know
Hey pa, I think I'm gonna make it
I'm going away on a one-way ticket
It's just a dream love, it's just a dream love, steady you go
Round here those are always sinking
Folks will say, "Connie, what were you thinking?"

So I got to, got to, got to get going now, pop
There's a detective here from the DA
And he's telling me they'll lock me away
If I don't say what he wants me to say

So to all the kids on the back home lots
I swear it isn't like they say
The investigators pushed me around
And I was blackballed by the NBA

That playground legend
Who could dunk when he was eleven
With super natural abilities
Long before MJ, before the Doctor

And his dreams were stolen
Stomped on and thrown in
He never got his day in the sun
Now here lies High Flying Hawkins
The greatest player that never was

So to all the kids on the back home lots
I swear it isn't like they say
Oh the investigators pushed me around
And I was blackballed by the NBA

An his dreams were stolen, stomped on and thrown in
He never got his day in the sun
Now here lies High Flying Hawkins
The greatest player there ever was