Friends

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Friends

Friends, how many of us have them.  Friends, the ones we can depend on.  “Friends” are supposed to have your back, but when you’re down and out where they at.

“Friends” smile in your face and then stab you in the back, then when you say fuck ‘em, they wana know why you acting like that.

Then they wonder why you left them hanging. Nigga are you for real, why would I forgive you when it’s my gul you banging!

Now aint that some shit, but “friends” aint even worth my spit if they ass was on fire. 

I’ll try to find gasoline to make your ass burn more.  We aint cool like that so what you calling me for.

“Friends” be all in your face when you doing bad like them, but will be quick to kick you further in the ground when you try to do better. 

They be all on your nuts when you helping them out.  And those same “friends” look at you crazy when you need help.

“Friends” tell you they got you til the end, but will leave your ass quick when you locked up in the pen. 

Pimp C said “my so call friends don’t even write to me, they don’t go check on my mama, don’t send no kites to me”.  It doesn’t really matter if you are a star, “friends” gone be the same no matter who you are.

It’s fucked up how “friends” can call you all day long, tell you they love you, but when you gone to jail, they disappear leaving you alone in a whole different kind of hell than the one you gota deal with when you’re free.

No letters, no visits, nothing at all, oh but bets believe they gone be there when you come home hollering “dog you remember me”!

Real friends stay by you through thick and thin, no matter what kind of situation you’re in.  Believe it, if you’ve ever had a friendship or relationship that came to an end, in no way at all were those your “friends”.

                                                                                                                               Toni  C.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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