THE GREATEST
From the time I was little, I knew I was great
'cause the people would tell me, "you'll make it-just wait."
But they never did tell me how great I would be
If I ever played someone who was greater than me
When I'm in the backyard, I'm king with the ball
To swish all those baskets is no sweat at all
But all of a sudden there's a man in my face
Who doesn't seem to realize that I'm king of this place
So the pressure gets to me; I rush with the ball
My passes to teammates could go through the wall
My jumpers not falling; my dribbles not sure
My hand is not steady, my eye is not pure
The fault is my teammates-they don't understand
The fault is my coaches-what a terrible plan
The fault is the call by the blind referee
But the fault is not mine; I'm the greatest, you see
Then finally it hit me when I started to see
That the face in the mirror looked axactly like me
It wasn't my teammates, who were dropping the ball,
And it wasn't my coach shooting bricks at the wall
The face in the mirror that was always so great
Had some room for improvement instead of just hate
So I stopped blaming others and I started to grow
My play got much better and it started to show
And all of my teammates didn't seem quite so bad
I learned to depend on the good friends I had
Now I like myself better sice I started to see
That I was lousy being great-I'm much better being me
ANONYMOUS
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