Where my head is when i think of friends

January 22, 2015

i love when no love is given back

i speak truth and everyone tells me its wack

i dont understand

how are we supposed to be family when you dont understand me

its always 3on1 because i believe in what i stand for

yall dont give a fuck as long as you see what i stand for on the floor

its not love, and we damn sure aint a family

i just wish yall wouldve told me this before i made yall my family.

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