Smiley
“Smiley”
Your heart was pure
was sweet
And didn't know hatred
let alone its meaning
Its existence was obsolete
Until these demons had followed thee
Fam ain't care long as you wasn't on Maury
These demons are called friends but that's a different story
Let's start from “smiley”
A child
That wore that name proud
Who lifted any mood
with just his smile
He was a dreamer
a humble giant
Who lied on the ninth cloud
and never got a chance to see
Only a small kid
Couldn't spell proud
So how could he be
If I could meet smiley now
I'll show him his life
Tell him what not to do
So he could live right
Fight the temptation
To be a friend
Because friendships quickly end
There are not too many people you can trust
And don't look for love
Let it find us
Take it from me ‘cause I know as much
Then I'll say please
Just listen to me
‘Cause I am smiley
And smiley is Tyree
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