Close Friends

Have you ever had someone that you thought was really close to you?
Looked up to a friend as a brother that you closely knew
Watching out for him, like a mother was supposed to do
Didn't know what it felt like when a bed time story was told to you!
Was Nothin in their pantry, empty shelves wasn't close to food
Fightin' and survivin' had no clothes always cold to you
Day ta day a yard sale, sellin all our clothes
And jewels
Could'nt affored to take care of our house, we had a molded roof
I coulda saved my brother was not long he lived
But I looked to the stars, I was wishing I did
Got deep in my emotions, I realized what I'm in
Later had ta realize everybody has an end
Can we all be family really thats the best advice
People have their own group slipted up from black and white
Tryna be away from people, i was tryna be out of sight
Younger i was scared of hights
Actually thats a fact in mind
Mom was taking care of me, crossed the street looked left to right
He holdin on that marrage deep, hate to see that they would fight
Gang was always there with me really that bestest kind
Bad at sharing how i feel, so i just let my songs Decide
Naw
Going through that hardest life
Yh
Choosing girls over guys
Naw
But I ain't that type
Naw, naw, naw, naw
I was cryin had no peace I hate that kinda stressing
I was lost all in your words agreed but not accepted
We sat quietly at the church, prayed ta god to give a blessing
We ain't even had our hands up, ignored that we had questions
It's simply but it's expected, they hating' that's what I'm guessing
They put it like we at school, kept learning and now we testing
They point in all directions, it's 6 street and 7th
The coordinates All on poles
So better watch where you steppin'
Have you ever had someone that you thought was really close to you?
Looked up to a friend as a brother that you closely knew
Watching out for him, like a mother was supposed to do
Didn't know what it felt like when a bed time story was told to you!
Was Nothin in their pantry, empty shelves wasn't close to food
Fightin' and survivin' had no clothes always cold to you
Day ta day a yard sale, sellin all our clothes
And jewels
Could'nt affored to take care of our house, we had a molded roof



Credits
Writer(s): Young Pg
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