Four score and seven minutes ago our teammates brought forth in this gym a new match, settled in sweat and dedicated to the proposition that all men on their team suck. Now we are engaged in a great turf war, testing whether that gang or any gang so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that gym as a final resting-place for those who here gave their skils that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot dunk, we cannot freeball, we cannot hallow this ground.
The brave men, living and dead who busted a cap have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember how we play here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the ballin' rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored shitheads we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that these homies shall not have died in vain, that this nation under Shaq shall have a new birth of freedom, and that control of the gangstas, by the gangstas, for the gangstas shall not perish from the streets.