they stab me in the back <br />and i have their's <br />they spit on my name <br />while i hold their names high <br />kicked when im down; is what they do <br />kick some trash talker in face; is what i do for them <br />they may not be perfect; i never wanted them to be <br /> might not be all that great <br />but not all my freinds are like this<br /><br />mark bowdidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freinds-3/
