you think you got friends? think again
before i go on spilling my angry thoughts onto a page of loud paper that will scream to everyone who reads this first sentence, don't judge me. i'm one angry Mofo at the moment and i'm not gonna lie, i'm not even sure why. i just feel a sense of hate and bitterness for things in general. the smallest things be getting on my nerves, making me be pissy and just becoming pretty much an asshole. so this obviously got you interested and you're willing to maybe dedicate a few more minutes of your time to read a few more sentences of what i have to say. well, let me tell you one thing before you go an further and your pity and astonishment becomes anger too, i ain't got nothing nice to say. i'm sorry, but it's just what's in my head right now and who knows what it all boils down to, i'm still just typing.
so what's got me worried is whatever happened to having a good fuking definition of friendship. honestly, who can tell me a definitive and finite meaning or understanding of what it is. just, what makes someone a friend, and why isn't that motherfuker my friend? i know him, he knows me. we ain't friends. wtf are we? now, what if you think he/she your friend? you happy you got at least one. but you happy for a sec. you happy cause you know someone talks directly at you, and listens when you talk to him/her. you be like, "shit, it's all good, we cool and we chill". now in this moment of satisfaction, you ain't thinking about whether this person's got your back in the long run. you ain't thinking whether they be really "listening" or just be smiling and nodding. all you know, this person's looking you in the eye right now. the moment of truth comes when you faced with an external force. and this can be anything. any fuking thing in the world. starting with one bad joke, one wrong move, one dumb mistake. not even. try just straight up time. where the fuck are you now, you ask? where's all that shit we were laughing about before and cracking up holding the sides of our stomachs at? they peaced out, that's where they're at. where's my pound nigga! don't leave me hanging! but it's too late. truth's in the air. you the past now. i ain't got no time for you now. shit, i wasn't really diggin you all that much anyway. you were just good compared to the others. now i met new people.
not even.
try "the little things". like wtf, money is money, but friendship is friendship. wait? i know what money is but what the fuk is a friend? can a friend buy me a car? you know what, i honestly thought a friend could! TRY THE FUK AGAIN! oh shit, he owes me money. but nah, its chill, i know he'll pay me back. what? say what? i thought he had no money on him! oh damn! you gotta be joking?! he be carrying rack of bills on him and he didn't say so? shit, so why don't he pay what he owes? nah, that's fuked up. i see him waving money in my face, so shouldn't that shit be mine? aight, that's his prize money, i can understand if he wants to keep his winnings. but shit dawg, why don't u just say something? y u got to make it look like you using me and taking advantage of my friendship? say what? we really friends???
come again?
i said, it's all about trust. no way he did it. that kid and me are tighter then a drum. he would never do that shit to me. nah, we checked everybody elses bags but his, and i know one of them took it, but it's definitely not him. SAY WHAT? MOTHERFUCKER HAS MY SHIT??? WHAT THE FUCK?!?
see, now what i'm i supposed to do. you gonna tell me i can still believe that shit represents loyalty? it defines caring? how much more care can you get to have your shit stolen from you that you bought cause you really wanted it, on your FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!! wait, what? by a so called friend that saw you buy it and you showed it too cause he was my pal? yea, i felt damn lucky to have him as a friend. yea, i've heard of the saying "with friends like those, who needs enemies?". oh wait, i made that shit UP!!!
man, what you talkin bout?
let me ask you, if you still here reading, and you all riled up and you got something to say back, that's cool. it's expected. this shit ain't something u hear from my mouth on a daily occasion. but damn, that's grimey. it took something like this for you to say something? anything? where were you at before, after, or how about even right then? you say, how would "I" know? well i say, had you inquired, you woulda known. but nah, fuk that, fuk them, fuck you. you got something to say, but nothing comes out, when you move your lips, just a bunch of jibberish, and you forgot about Dre... what's your excuse? no number to call? no email to send? no address to write to? why the hell not motherfuker! cause i didn't bother. wait, i thought you were gonna do it? i'll just reply. it's the perfect system. oh, so friendships just a system now ain't it? how it works depends on the components that makes it whole. when one is working, the other will work too. i guess that goes the same for vice versa. shit don't work unless it all works.
pssh, look who's talking.
I'M TALKING, so STFU
yea, look in the mirror asshole.
damn, what's gonna happen now? look at that, that's some bad shit. where'd that come from? really, out of nowhere. never seen anything like it. didn't expect that. nah, I totally saw it coming. i could care less. screw him! who does he think he is? wtf is he doing? is he TRYING to ruin everything? oh please, he's just an attention hog, look how he rants about his problems. oh shoot, that sucks, i feel his pain, but why does he want everybody to see it? is that how he really is? this ain't a good thing. this is not going to bode well, end swell.
but what you want me to do?
this is what i'm going to do. this is what i just did. what?