Under the gleaming lights so bright,
The court becomes a stage of might.
Echoes of sneakers on the floor,
The game begins, we crave for more.

A swift pass, a perfect arc,
The ball soars, leaves its mark.
Teamwork, skill, and endless drive,
In this dance, we come alive.

Defenders rise, they block and guard,
Every move, we play it hard.
Sweat and grit, the battle’s roar,
Victory’s near, our spirits soar.

The final buzzer, the crowd’s cheer,
A brotherhood that’s strong and clear.
Win or lose, we stand as one,
In the heart of the court, battles are won.