Two Friends

Keep two eyes on my associates
And a third on those who I call my best friend
When I pay attention
I see true intentions
In tension

Are you sure you know the destination
One sec
Your just staring at your phone
Did you get the text stating location and address
How does man know its not a set up
One second
I'm getting fed up with these questions
Ever since we left the station
Come like your scared

Scared
When we were sliding in that stolen whip
You were shaking soo much you could barely load the clip
I caught a body like it fell from the sky
Then went raving don't come to man with no scared talk
This is next mans estate and
I'm just anxious I need to get back to south
Just hold it down we're going to do business
Pick up the strap drop the money and bounce

Say no more I forget he's your boy
I wouldn't say that
I swear that's the house
What?
He's your boy you said you two
Used to go school you trusted the guy
No I said we had a phone call
You must have been high
Fam you said you used to go school with the youth
Your messing with my head
I knew rolling with you would be something to regret
Nothing to be said to doubt this I hope you ain't shook

That same car has been following since man arrived
I know you ain't looked
What car?
Forget the car there some any younger
Look at them they ain't crooks
Just hold it down the youths cool
We got mutual friends on Facebook
Facebook?
I cant wait until this is heard in the ends
You got me out here no car or protection
Not to mention all this P buying a strap from your virtual friend

If this flops I'm gonna punch you up
Its not gonna flop man it will go to plan
Yeah I'm still gonna punch you up
Who paints a front door with graffiti
And they got boards at every window
Are you sure this is the right house
Yeah yeah I think so

I cant put all the blame on him though
Not knowing what was on the other side
Of that door should have made me turn back then
But I haven't got the heart to not
Soldier it on through adversity
I'm from a dark place look at this scarred face
Backing down doesn't work for me I'm hard to shock
We approached the front door cautiously

It opened up before we had the chance to knock
Darkness covered all angles of the hallway
There wasn't a thing to see
Except the living room table
Supporting a bottle of Henny
Surrounded by plastic cups
They looked like unfinished drinks to me

A reaper look alike appeared from the abyss
Smoking a spliff
Yo you got the P
Yo you got the ting
Yo you bring the P
Yeah mans got that
Cool
You know man don't get a thing for free
Ha ha ha ha ha

We forced that moment of friendly laughter
The vibe turned empty after
He pointed us towards the table where he offered a shot of Henny
Nah nah
He bent down behind the sofa picking up a bag
Dropped it on the table in a nonchalant manner
My brethren looked at me like a told you so
We sat down to have a look

As expected It was as empty as my hope of getting back to south alive
I looked back up at the youth
He took out a knife and was surrounded by
What could've been ten or a thousand guys either way
We're out numbered
I looked at my boy he's looking back at me
I saw the fear deep in his eyes
We both smelt the scent
Of death in the atmosphere
Henny bottle near
I felt the tense urge to grab it
My boy already planned it
He picked it up and smashed it against the wooden table
Started pointing it at them in self-defense this fool
Brought us here
And only now he's got his wealth of sense
But these youths weren't on no negotiations
Everyone is holding something except for me
And we know the saying
Every man for themselves

Having said that my boy is looking real selfish
With that broken glass from the Hennessy
To my front I see six blades approaching my torso
With energy
I've lived by the knife so maybe this was meant to be
One point five gallons of blood in the human body
And it's starting to empty me
I saw colors you'd only get to see on LSD
So now I'm
Dancing around the table dodging hands but blades
Pierce my skin like its made of butter

I'm trying to hide behind my friend
He's got the only form of self-defense
While I'm in between consciousness and my
Temperatures rising higher than Bajan summer
I'm seeing bodies hit the floor
As well as imagines of my mum and my baby brother

Who's to blame in a world where buying a strap
For protection is a social trend
I thought I'd live to see more than such a soulful end
My near death experience was
Interrupted by my so called friend
With a moment of inspiration he smashed through
The garden door and
Sped off like Fred Flintstone
No looking back that actually shocked me
Left me with this army of defeat
Heart on its last beat
I jumped through the same door trying to keep up to him
Having to put pressure on these knife wounds
And tucking internal organs
Back in my body

Keep two eyes on my associates
And a third on those who I call my best friends
When I pay attention
I see true intentions
In tension