My World.
By Allen Iverson.
Who are all these whitey people bad mouthing my league? The league is my court. Man, none of you know nothing. This is how things are done in my house. If someone dare look at me crooked I will smack them right in the mouth. I'm a businessman. I have my pride and family to protect. It's the same with these superb athletes. They have so much pressure. Tattoos and sawed-off shot guns are just an outlet to blow off steam - and some heads. The media don't know what it's like to live in our world. Just listen to the music. We tell the truth.
Man, teamwork is just propaganda. It's about me. I was told it was about me and ain't no one will change this because it feels good to be me. No one understands me. That's why we brawl in the NBA. We are the true victims in an unforgiving divided nation.
Now everyone will be going off on the NBA. That it's a bad ass league filled with criminals. I say so what? It's what people want and we are in the business of supplying what the people demand. We are entertainers. Stern ain't so stern. He my bitch and he know it.
There is no money in morality. Ask any pasty white cracker like Steinbrenner or Jones. If the profit margins are wide then maybe we'll consider it but until then, violence and sex sells homey's. We have an image to uphold. If that image is about thin-skinned, selfish egoists out to preserve street cred so be it.
The NBA is a fine piece of ass league and there isn't a damn thing wrong with it. Now where's my latte and trade?
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