Wind blowing through my hair

I don't have a care

Kids screaming and yelling

Kids running and shouting

I watch a kick ball game

Then I work on my aim

Jordan's rambling on

About some stupid song

I adjust my hat

Before picking up the bat

I step up to the plate

And prepare to play

Jordan's going to pay

For all the things he did to me

I'm throwing away the lock and key

I am me

I am Priya