When I pass on,
and my soul has been accepted...
Oh my little pigeon friend,
How I wish you could share...
I'm really sorry for everything I did
I really acted like an immature kid...
Blood brother
tighter...
A real friend is someone who is always there,
someone who will always care...
I have a friend
And he's a bottle...
When I enter my adult life,
Everything has changed as well as my life...
This is not a poem...more like a reach out ...
how do we know true friendship is real...
In this place where everyones fake to me
I get a glimpse that there's nothing to see...
Never forget that I am here for you,
and here I will always stay...
To me a homier
Is one of those people...
Fight me
Try Me...