Homie

We are buddies,
this is a fact.
Like a pair of shoes,
and a nap sack.

Together we prove,
united we fall.
This is us drunk,
getting smoked off the wall.

The person you told,
about your first time.
I sat up and heard,
the whole damn crime.

We've been in trouble,
we've been in shit.
Remember the time,
you touch that girls tit.

We have been through lots,
the ruts and bumps.
Just never forget,
we are chumps.

I wrote this poem,
sad, but true.
And if you are my homie
this is deffenitly for you.