The Basketball Diaries | 1995
Clip Name: Jim-Gets-Challenged-To-A-Game
I'm going to shoot some hoops.
Sometimes I feel like something's chasing me,
like there's some whacko on a roof somewhere
who could snuff me out at any moment.
And I feel this horrible fear. Will I have time to finish...
the poems breaking loose in my head?
Hey, white boy,
you ready for your beating?
Don't let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle.
I'll shoot you for it.
So it's going to be like that, huh?
don't think so.
All right, so you made one.
Big deal. You made one shot.
The days are muzzled in a vibe
I swing back from time to time
There's a Camaro, rusty red
That all my best friends drive in
Can you smell the summer air?
Take me where they left the light on
Getting close, almost there
If that fuzzy silver badge
Don't greet us there
My head's dizzy, and I'm taking...
Yo, Jim! What's the score? Come on. We got to go.
They don't keep score in this game.
Jim, come on. We're losing the sun.
He's being a dick. You want me to put a charge in his ass?
Oh, look it, right here...
Jim's secret diary he's always writing in.
Bet you he wrote some shit about me.
Oh, right here.
Hey, there I am, Jim says.
"Mickey takes out a bottle of carbonic cleaning fluid
and suggests we do a little sniffing to get high."