Let’s talk about friendship
And what it means at the core
Does it mean that people you call friends,
Are people you’d do anything for?
Or are you treating em like trading cards,
Where your friends are only friends as far
As they can introduce you or take you places?
But really, though - at 32, it’s crystal
Can’t call everybody friend 'cause not everybody with you
People you called Day Ones, ain’t Year 32s
And people you’ve only known a year
Seem more loyal and supportive than the ones you known for years
(Who rhymes “year” with “year”?)
But still, though -
what’s the forreal difference between a friend and a foe?
One studies your strengths and the other
Knows all your weaknesses
Thought only enemies would envy me
But then discovered folks I rooted for to win,
Were only rooting for the end of me
Is that what they mean by friendly fire?
You in the crosshairs
When the thing you’ve looked forward to FOREVER, is to share
The spoils, the rewards - how could I be so selfless?
Tried to feed the friends I considered family
Maybe I should’ve been selfish
They say we choose our friends, our friends don’t choose us
But friends turning Brutus, is how friends lose us
Thought friends supposed to have your back, not stab you in it
Honor what y’all built, like that mattered in the beginning
Friend, respect me enough to betray me to my face
Wasn’t blood, but could’ve been - now a total stranger.
What a tragedy. What a disgrace.
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