Tribute to # 7

Left, right,
stutter step, fade
Easy like training wheels, every time he plays
Brings it up so slowly, he barely even tries
The Natural's like valium,
he gets you sleeping, then he drives

He'll cross you over like John Edwards,
it's been said that, 'he's the best'
better than that Laker guy,
Just ask Ron Artest.

When the lead is slim, it don't bother him,  he's cooler than sub Zero
He'll drive the lane and lay it in, he's the Northwests unsung hero
He'll swish, he'll dish, he'll pass, he'll dash
he'll drive it down the middle,
I guess it's safe to say that Portland likes him just a little.

He dons a Black and Scarlet Jersey,
number seven to be exact,
he's the one who made it so
That Rip City is back!