We are cut from same cloth
we could be twins!
And then,
When tragedy struck,
in your life.
I was there,
Time and again,
I reached to you.
I tried to comfort and listen.
YOU HAD MY DAMN NUMBER!!
Support was there,
but you didn't care.
You wanted to hide behind your art.
And not make a clean part.
Then my darkest days had come,
and a test of true friendship was shown.
I reached out to so many and expected what I got.
Nothing,
but you SK47
I expected,
hope,
solace,
at least a short lived pat on the back.
And still,
like the rest- nothing.
That day the lightswitch of my heart went to off
and I knew you were a fly by fancy
like the Vegas people of my town
you show your proud peacock feathers,
speaking nice words,
and showing fake smiles,
so real those smiles can be,
makes me think of sociopaths,
how easily they can lie.
But empty is their eyes.
And So,
I finally say to you, SK47,
Adieu.