My friends never really defined me but if you met them you would know what i was like and why we were friends in the first place.
I had a reputation of replacing my friends when i got bored of them but that was never the case.
I was just quick to cut a nigga off whenever they got too comfortable.
You see its human nature to take advantage of someone by using their weaknesses.
I had a weakness, I was human after all.
Loyalty.
I abide by it.
It came as second nature to me because that was how i was raised.
Even if we were no longer friends i would still keep your secrets.
It almost broke me down to see my bestfriend of four years betray my loyalty to a bitch i could never stand.
Our friendship never ended but I made it seem like it never existed in the first place
I guess you could say that situation pulled me away from her and pushed me towards the two hoes i know now.
Shelby and Bitty
Both were just as messed up as me.
Shelby was a chocolate 5"0 plump angel that resembled a cute chipmunk when she smiled.
Never judge a book by its cover.
You would have know the bitch to really know she's a bitch.
She was infuriating, controlling and bold. Her self esteem was way to high to be human.
It irked me.
I guess you could say thats what i liked about her she wasnt an insecure goodgirl who couldnt have any fun because she was afraid of somebody staring at her.
Shelby and I were alike in everyway but completely opposite of each other.
She was fire and I was ice but both completely dangerous.
She suffered from the same confusion as me.
We both were unable to tell if it was lust or like we felt towards someone.
Because of Shelby's over confidence she had alot of enemies flying around like birds but to their dismay the only birds that bitch saw was the flying fucks she didnt give.
My precious little bitty.
She was the type of girl you would bring home to your family.
Good background.
Nice family.
Well put together.
But as i said appearance can be deceiving.
If only her attitude was same size as her.
The girl had a fiery behind her little facade.
It was all flowers and angels until she talked.
I guess her mother missed the appointment to install a filter between her mind and her mouth.
Savage could not begin to describe her. Afterall what kind of girl would look a boy in his eyes and say
"My bother you giving me corn, i giving you corn so it best that we end it there."
She's the type you could talk too , she understood you on some other level.
The people who knew them well enough to know the bad never understood why I became friends with them in the first place.
They only ever saw the bad.
Forever making statements about me ending up in trouble because of them.
But the truth was that they were there for me when i fell.
When everyone including those making the statements walked on me they helped me stand.
Took my shit and knocked me back in place.
After that i knew who my friends were and after I left my old school I acted like i never knew those snakes in the first place.
And thats why whenever somebody came to me and said something disrespectful about them I would light the bitch on fire.
Fuck knowing me through my friends.
You never really know me until I let you.
Plus, you dont want to know me.
Thats highly lethal
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Where There Is Guns There Is Me
Non-FictionHis touch I was yet to get acquainted with but his Gun I was all too familiar with. "Where there is cars there is he but where there is dolls there is she" "Well mommy where there is guns there is me" Based on a true story or not ;D Its my...
