| I really don't know what to say. I mean you think you know people so well. You think that there your friends and that you will stay in touch. They tell you " we'll come and see you, we will miss you sooo much." Then you leave and you never hear from 99% of them. I guess I have just realized who my really good friends are. Which isn't very many. I mean really how hard is it to pick up the phone and call someone? Or even write an e-mail or something like that. Then when you come home, its like the people who say there your friends start calling again, or see you somewhere and ask you "when did you get back" Good friends huh? But then you get loyal, trustworthy friends that you know would do anything they could for you and you know just as well as they do that you will do the same in exchange. Like the friends that come to the airport with you to pick you up because they can't wait to see you. Then they take you there to leave, to see you off. Then right before you leave you have that moment where you try and hold back the tears because you don't want to leave because you can't stand not being where you think you should be. But they reasure you that everything is okay and that what your doing is the right thing. Even though the last thing they want is to see you go. So I just want to say thank you tp the people who I do keep in touch with and that I can count on. You know who you are, because i'm sure all of you will read this.
How come we dont even talk no more,
and you dont even call no more.
We dont barely keep in touch at all,
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more.
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now.
After all the years we been down,
aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true.
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you
So young, so full of life in vibrant,
side by side wherever you was ridin' I went.
So close, almost on some Bonnie & Clyde shit.
When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on,
tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did.
Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it.
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us,
then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it,
as much as your pride tries to hide it.
Your cold, your touch it's just like ice
in your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and I dont like it.
It was my dream at first to be on spittin' a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse.
So I came out, I woulda killed a nigga first
before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst.
Some bitch that I wasn't with, I would hit her then quit.
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit.
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
comin' out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
like y'all was husband and wife or somethin'.
But me catchin' you fuckin' other niggers musta hurt your pride or somethin'
cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me,
when all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty.
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced,
you actin' like I ain't your man and lyin' like she can't be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just tryin' to tell you the truth,
but dont hate the game or the player
cause the one that's changing is you.
You're only at the top cause my homie had to stop,
now we actin' like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood, only she be on the tube,
only gossip on the porch, get to speakin' on who.
Fools I used to rap with all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin' and *poof* it just happen.
But Proof is just actin out the party was stoned,
Shady made it so my babys ain't starvin' at home.
See the devil in you grin, since the ghetto we been friends,
whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end.
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
and wastin' my times with these snakes in disguise.
(How come) when you talk it's with bitter and spite,
and (How come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
and everytime I go to hear you and play you look away.
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
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