13 years gone by
You still call yourself a friend
But because of all the shit we've been through
I'm calling it the end
You've betrayed our bond
You've stolen, you've lied
For years you've caused me pain
So many nights I've cried
I miss the woman
That you used to be
So strong and dedicated
Beautiful and happy
Drugs have taken over
And you're no longer the same
You're ate up and ugly
But you say Eddie is to blame
He left you- get over it
He doesn't love you anymore
Stop and look at yourself
You're a bitch and a whore
You've stolen from me
Your best friend in the world
Remember me?
The one you call your girl
I've talked shit about you
And yes, you've heard it too
But think of all the bullshit
That you've put me through
I'm suppose to have trust
In my very best friend
You're suppose to have my back
Til the very end
Instead you fuck the guy
That I'm getting to know
But what do I expect
From a tweakin ass hoe?
You hang out with my man
But you never tell me
Maybe you were hoping
He'd give you dope for free
You got what you deserve
You got got and you're broke
The whole time anyway
People's been thinkin you're a joke
You think they don't know
That you're a dope head?
Do you think you look cute
Walkin around like you're dead?
You look so unhealthy
But you think you look cool
You move around like you're crazy
You look like a fool
Instead of crushing rocks
On that mirror tonight
Take a look at yourself
You need to get right
You yell at your kids
You have no patience at all
You scream in my ear
Everytime that I call
I can't stand to be around you
It's been that way for a while
But instead of telling you
I just fake a smile
But I can't hide it anymore
You have to know the real
SO i'm writing this to you
So you know how I feel
I'm done being your friend
Because you're not one to me
Maybe I'll see ya sometime
Hey bitch- stay lonely.
First of all you sound like a female who mistakes sex for love and when u said u SHOULD'VE told her u didn't like it, maybe ur jealous and have been what we call in my hood a undecided b!tch, but hey to each his own. U sound as f-up as that bitch ya poem is about, ya'll probably fat and not to mension ugly so that may explain why ur trippin so hard. Chill it ain't that serious. If u need some d!ck in ya life, just holla at ya boy. Rico ( Sauve B!tch)!!!!!