friends
• Written by novo9
i miss my friends
but i cant go back to the past to be with them
theyre just stuck in my head
im still stuck in my head
remember i watched one of them turn dead
so i left a donny all messy n red
swung so hard nearly took arff his head
now hes stuck in a chair or a bed
now i know bloodshed wont bring back friends
push it to 60 and take that bend
cah i dont care if i end up dead
cah its all mad, up in my head
cah all i think about are people that r dead
even if im lacking ill reach for the waist
cah i feel like my life was a waste
u dont know the steps that i take
u dont know the steps that i took
life come mad like a rassclart book
come like im walking thru glass barefoot
dont get my started on childhood
didnt rlly get much time to mature
around my marj i never felt secure
now my life purpose more than obscured
now i go out there n leave a brudda contoured
cah a brotherhood i tried to procure
n it was way bigger than i prepared for
think about the past while i sit indoors
all this loss cant ever feel assured
how much more can a brudda endure
talk about my life, brudda i can end yours
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novo9
Member since March 23 2025