Fake Ass Friends ain't hard to find, we're ubiquitous
Ask anyone, yeah? People pretend to be friends
Kiss and make up, nah? At work, at school, on the street
Even at the crib . . . Babies, so iniquitous
Ask me a question, I'll tell you no lies. I lie
Simply to test love. Faithlessness, she who defends
Shiftless while neutral people, no fear but defeat
For fuck's sake, the point? Moot yet again, pointless lives
Remind me to leave, to walk away, I may cry
Indeed, who sheds tears over people who don't care
Ever so worthless, dissimulation at best
Never trust pretense, root out truffles like a bear
Despite a pig's nose, some trotters are left at rest
Shank me in prison, this life of the mind, all knives
Access the mirror, for the self is all that counts
If I insult you, the mirror says it's not true
Not true about you but about myself, my thoughts
Thoughts as opinions, worthless as Franklin amounts
Historically, nah? Cash rules . . . the mirror still speaks
As if you don't care, you're feelings hurt, you feel blue
Ricochet bullets, unintended, the red dots
Despite their speed, missed. Such velocity careens
Tragically, a child, hospitalized for twelve weeks
Objective Zero . . . Collateral Damage . . . Not Good
For fuck's sake, who needs Fake Ass Friends who miss
If the child dies, then . . . murder hides out in the hood
Nowhere else to go. Can't go out. As snakes will hiss
Damn near stuck inside. Everyone knows, movie screens
Welcome to the past, when life was easy, money
Equal to wages, never worked a day, triggers
Remember those days, on bikes or backseats of cars
Everyday waiting . . . to grow taller, some honey
Underneath my chest, breathing hard on the grass, kiss
Bites my neck, her pawn, like a queen but gold diggers
In my face, honey, she makes new friends in the bars
Quit the rat race, yeah? Never had a chance, held down
Under my breath, words . . . escape, they reflect my bliss
If only honey, but the dripper loves to feed
Take a break, let go, let the past remain the past
Only honey speaks inside my mind full of greed
Underneath my chest, a moment, nothing can last
See, when the kid died, so did I, without my crown
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