Not everyone is loyal.
Majority of those who claim to be will not show up when ur in need.
They will come up with every excuse in the book.
To make it look like they care.
That's the coldest shit.
To have a homie claim to be loyal and look you dead in the eye and lie.
You don't spot loyalty in someone's words.
You spot it in there demeanor.
How they walk.
How they talk.
How they act.
The craziest, quietest cats will have your back.
When it's time to roll.
No words.
No fear.
Just the sounds of the knife ripping through the flesh.
Then I have the look of evil in my eyes.
I don't say anything.
It's a silence understanding.
Who's next to test me.
- Author: Hoopie ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2018 21:32
- Category: Unclassified
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