Maybe it's my fault.Maybe I lead you to believe it was easy when it wasn't.Maybe I made you think my highlights started at the free-throw line and not in the gym.Maybe I made you think that every shot I took was a game-winner,that my game was built on flash and not fire.Maybe it's my fault that you didn't see that failure gave me strength ,that my pain was my motivation.

Maybe I lead you to believe that the basketball was a god given gift and not something I worked for every single day of my life.Maybe I destroy the game,or maybe,you just making excuses.