With Friends like these...

 Who needs enemies?
Yo, I need fake friends
like I need a disease

Friends
REAL, abide
by the 'pinky' code
TRUE ones fly,
ride, or die
til you're dead
or dementia old
couldn't recognize
'em from a cold

Friends...
yea, how many of us them?
how many others would stab them
grab them of their kindness
some are just scum run afoul
you give em your all n' they
callin'  you a weak mess

So sick of what I find is
that they can't be REAL
friends, more like 'make pretend'
when will their bullshit banter
ever end?

Fair weather, they better
at BAD 'whether' wearing wolf
suits them much better
when the goal is to get her

Sheepishly slinking 'round
your ole girl's backside
whisperin' to hook up
on the 5 minute ride
they hide that despise
cloaked in false kindness' eyes
but you can't be blinded by

A lightless facade
n' a crocodile's tearful cries,
they won't mention
that helping was a simple scam
damn, gotta work a new plan
grand-scheme to bite the hand
that feeds them love, n' honesty

Honestly, that's always been me
givin' of myself so freely

true FRIENDSHIP, yea so far
n' few the true ones are...friends
how many of us have them in fact?

These  were a few hard lessons learned
when I turned n' looked back...