Team Us

[Verse 1] [singer A] Woke up to the choir through the bathroom steam, glass all fogged, Delta gray Buttoned my shirt by the back door, tag still swingin’ like it knew I’d leave someday Mama set the coffee in a chipped white cup, squeezed my wrist, said, “Baby, walk in grace” Bus fare folded in my left-hand palm, front porch quiet like it knew my name [Verse 2] [singer A] Yeah, I woke up to that church-house hum, slow pulse in a borrowed frame Back roads taught me how to move, but that old front stoop still call my name Gym lamps buzzin’ like a cheap motel sign, hardwood shinin’ where I make my claim Small-town kid with a ledger in his eyes, big-city doors and a clean new stain [Verse 3] [singer A] See, the gym air cold on these knuckles, floor wax gleam got me stayin’ late Janitor wave like he read my story, mop water swingin’ while I calculate You can hear that buzzer like a siren cuttin’ through, same room, different fate Caught my face in the glass backboard, hometown cut with a heavyweight [Verse 4] [singer A] Old fears fall off, I’m not checkin’ for the loss — I’m built for the climb Cold block nights, keep the Psalms in my chest when I’m out on the line This ain’t heartbreak, it’s that first clean swish when the whole room went quiet on time Newer dreams and newer phases… I’m thirty-six with vision now, not sixteen with opinions. Locker-room talk turned to testimony. I’m readin’ these box scores like a dope man reads a ledger… but I’m really just waitin’ on one that clears. Team Us… that’s the bigger picture. [Transition] [Verse 5] [singer B] These days I’m in my drills Sweatin’ through the seams, learnin’ every hard road hill, this climb is real Searchin’ through my mind Brooklyn nights, Your mercy in my grind, that calm when we align Jet pace with a street race, pressure on my face But that one-in-a-thousand promise Cut through the static with that banner-day faith — ain’t no more runnin’ from grace [Transition] [Verse 6] [singer B] Feelings I could never forget My hunger stay the same Old doubts drift off the set But Your whisper stay warm through the rain Whole arena in our reach Now I’m all in, buildin’, we locked in Blacktop nights fade — Team Us I met my day-one You’re my cause No matter the odds We move how we want Not just a name on a throne You’re my day-one You’re my cause [Transition] [Verse 7] [singer A] So long to the past, I’m not checkin’ for who — I chose truth Old blurred-out faces, lost headlines too — but this road here, team, I move This ain’t heartbreak, I’m just buildin’ these blocks up, baby — I thank You [Transition] [Verse 8] [singer B] You walk in and the whole room stills City-block dreams Brass-band love, that real I got Your back When the whole block talks You want the moon I can map that walk And if the world get loud outside I’m right here On Your side Fake love or new names? Old corners we outgrew New York nights, slow turns, too Hoop dreams, bright days — I been runnin’ long with You My first star — live Scoreboard romance My first star — brass-band love romance Hoop dreams, bright places I’m hopin’ one stays true, ’cause I’m into You [Pre-Chorus] Hold up — hear that hush in the hallway Feel that tension in the wire Every step got me closer Every breath climbin’ higher One more beat and it all lets go I can see the whole thing clear Before the lights hit, before the crowd leans in We about to get there [Hook] Midnight on Park Avenue, a taillight slips through the steam on the curbside glass Detective-blue sirens wash the storefronts, where my prayer leaves a mark in the ash From a milk-crate court and a corner view To the rafters overhead, the dark I’m cuttin’ through Midnight on Park Avenue, every scar I’m wearin’ caught in the projector’s hard white beam I still smell home in these busted shoes With midnight on Park Avenue Locker-room vows, hard truths, no camera crews Not clout chasers — just bodies in the crash of the news And a ghost in the bleachers, watching me make my move [Hook] Midnight on Park Avenue, a taillight slips through the steam on the curbside glass Detective-blue sirens wash the storefronts, where my prayer leaves a mark in the ash From a milk-crate court and a corner view To the rafters overhead, the dark I’m cuttin’ through Midnight on Park Avenue, every scar I’m wearin’ caught in the projector’s hard white beam I still smell home in these busted shoes With midnight on Park Avenue I’m here for the long haul, no more sellin’ a promise, I’m livin’ it now Our families stay covered, values stay close, I’ll keep this house steady, keep my word out loud Grown-man truth — I’m not askin’ for a moment, I’m choosing this road and I’m staying on it And God’s grace is the blueprint, every step a sure thing, I’m built for this, I own it