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Isaiah Got Buckets

As a father I got lost in my thoughts and pondered/

Can I give him, what was given to me/

Can he read what was written to me/

Can I pass on the things that made me smile/

That answer was no, for a while/

But then he stepped out, out on the court, out on the block,

Began a skip and a hop/

He smiled and took a shot/

Isaiah said, pass me the rock….

And he got buckets.....