`Scholarship

[ Verse 1 ]

Yea, In the NFL scoring touchdowns as the fans screaming his name/
He's living well as a millionaire as he basking all in his fame/
Jamal's vision since a kid the whole hood knew he was god gifted/
When he'd speak he would talk different than the others kids they would all listen/
A born leader, his mother taught'em whatever's on his heart don't be afraid to speak it/
His father's drinking forced his mom to leave'm he may come around every other season/
Now that's hard for Jamal especially being that he's thirteen/
He always tell his mom I guess my dad think I'm not worth seeing/
It motivates him, the silent pain his father left on him gave'm purpose/
Playing football was that purpose he always watching clips of Micheal Irving/
It's the summertime and he working he want to be in shape to play in his freshman year/
Recruited heavy by a catholic school they gave his mom some bread just to get him there/
And they guaranteed that he would start at the slot receiver they think he'll dominate/
They throw the ball a no huddle offense and all like a college style of play/
Jamal's in love everything he wanted up to this point he feel he conquered it/
A chance to play for a school that can pave the way for the day where he sign on the line for a scholarship

[ Chorus ]

Since a adolescent he would dream of going to the league so he need that ( scholarship )
Not an education as a plan b the only thing on his mind is a
( scholarship )
He gotta make it out and buy his mom a house in the hills so he need that ( scholarship )
That scholarship, that scholarship

[ Verse 2 ]

The second game of his freshman year he blew his knee out/
He balled out in his sophomore got the whole state taking heed now/
They won state Jamal's junior year got the scouts going watch the team now/
It's mid july before his senior year Jamal's right where he wanna to be now ( wanna be now )
First seven of his senior year Jamal averaging a buck 50
Two touchdowns when the season ends/
He'll prolly go for like fifteen hundred/
The scouts are calling, USC, from Alabama down to LSU/
The pressure's there 6 games of the season left Jamal knows that he's there to prove/
That he made for this, through blood, sweat, tears/
He been working everyday for this, two a days and shit
To be above every peer/
He wan't a seat where the greatest sit/
Jamal envisions bright lights, Jamal envisions big house, Jamal envisions nice cars/
I know there's more to be done but as long as I do my part ( I'm Rich)
Maybe then my dad will come around he'll be proud of me/
By that time I'll be a millionaire I can pay the cost for his sobriety/
Matter fact Ima call him now, it's 1am he may be asleep because the time it is/
He'll be surprised when he hears all the good news bout his son going to LSU on scholarship

[ Chorus ]

Since a adolescent he would dream of going to the league so he need that ( scholarship )
Not an education as a plan b the only thing on his mind is a
( scholarship )
He gotta make it out and buy his mom a house in the hills so he need that ( scholarship )
That scholarship, that scholarship

[ Verse 3 ]

Flashback 9 months ago to the phone call Jamal
" I love you, I hate you, College, Mom, Drinking, Why you never come to see me"? ( they made up )
It's game day, music playing through his headphones as he try to focus/
Jamal sitting on the trainer's table getting his ankles tape it's gone rain today/
He sends a text to his mom phone " I invited dad "
A minute later mom calling in he ignore the call, ain't no time for that/ he know his mom
Walking out from the trainer room to the locker room it's time to get dressed/
It's game time Jamal is a bit stressed at the same time he excited by the big test/
They take the field, dropping balls left and right Jamal he ain't playing well/
It the first quarter he on the sideline, looks in the stands and he sees his mom/
He looks beside her he don't see his dad then he signals to her where hell he at?/
She just shakes her head Jamal tried not to break in tears then he says to himself ( fuk'em )
A hand grabs Jamal by the jersey then the coach yells "you on special teams"/
He grabs his helmet runs on the field the kicker kicks the ball Jamal catch and speeds it towards the sideline/
He's at the 30 now he's at the 40 bout to hit the 50/
The fans are cheering as run his pans his vision down the field an opponents nearing/
Jamal thinking should I run'em try to stiff arm'em or just try to juke'm/
It's touchdown if he get by the last man so Jamal know he gotta lose'm/
The two collide, a crushing blow to Jamal's leg snaps his shin over/
He's rushed off to the hospital as the doctors tells him his career's over, Scholarship