my best friend was rich
he didn't have to make ends meet
but he met his end
they tryna kill survivors out here,
fear, lest this friend
get that debt in End
write a check you can't cash
when u got nothing to give
gotta take your life my friend.
"never draw so close to the heat that you forget that you must eat"
my friend O.D.'d
he was in the palisades to malibu
yeah
you know we
that same gang, NO NAME GANG
like we A.O.G.
army of god
yay
u know me
rest in peace
i aint about that o.d. shit
not that any body cares
we carry bodies, weighed down by the way nobody cares
but yo
bitch!
you loss of property!
bitch!
you free economy
bitch!
you unending afterthought
you coulda told me before
never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism