There are people in my life,
that always come and go,
ones that never stay,
and ones that never show.
Some make you promises,
promises made to break,
put up a good front,
but deep inside they’re fake.
Some have pure intentions,
They want to be your friend,
but selfish desires or drugs,
take over in the end.
I have friends that I call family,
love me thick or thin,
always down to ride,
doing good or committing sin.
And I have a family I call a friend
that never let me down,
at my worst, hurt, or lost,
make me smile from a frown.
Family’s what you make it,
sometimes made of mud,
still my closest friends and allies,
are tied to me through blood. | RG