Friends
that's a difficult subject for me, I've had so many in the past.
Although they come and they go, no one ever seems to last,
I've seen them literally burn to ashes, courtesy of Molotov gods..
And watched others common senses turn to volatile thoughts.
Been to more funerals than I should have, its become a casual theme
"Things to do today: shop. pay the bills. Help Calvin find peace "
He's The latest to go, heard a stray bullet hit him straight through the throat
Is it fucked up to think that... that's such an easy way to go?
I've seen a lot of friends suffer, limbs departed from bodies
So much pain has been experienced, its really hard to shock me.
Probably why I keep most at a distance to my torturous existence
Got a V.I.P. pass for all these morgue's that I visit.
Of course these horrifying statistics are what I've grown to expect
So read past these lines and learn to show some respect...
It's like their deaths are coming in waves, and iv'e been drowning these days
Instead of being surrounded by friends, I'm now surrounded with graves