Fake Friends

I'm not bougie nor am I stuck up, I'm just blessed and highly favored from where I've been and how I have come up. Battered and abused in relationships being used, It's a wonder I'm still sane and haven't blown a fuse.

 Some say I act funny but naw that's not true, I just sat back and watched how you played me and seen that your friendship and love was untrue.

  At times I remain quiet and others I speak my mind, guess it all depends on my mood, day, and time. So many wolves in sheep clothing that call themselves your friend, but stab you in your back and grin in your face in the end.

  I'll still give the shirt off my back or my last at the end, guess you can just say I'm that type of friend.  When you see me don't hold your head down or in the crowd tryin to blend, best believe I seen you first I already know your a Fake friend.

 Don't get it twisted I still care and I'll continue to Pray for you, cause a cold heart you bare and with God you'll have to pay your dues.

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