My home boys acting like gone toys,
And lemme know you! No feeling for toys.
Their fake promises and they don't know what promise is?
They commit mistakes and activate my reminiscence.
I want to rise, but you know their advices ain't wise,
I had ended everything, but lyrically I wanna end it twice.
At times, I really cried and they didn't hear cries,
Felt like to be high, looking at the sky.
In the moonlight, I held a pen and with my pain,
Lost what I gained, so just tried my best to explain-
The way I wanna end up, as I was fed up-
And so hurt. Just wanted to bring all the crap up.
All the feelings wrapped up, I thought it could be kept up,
Time in my hands! I just tried my way to rap up.
The way I started sinking, by putting ink in my feelings,
This is the thing I believe in, because hidden scars start healing.
Since then I believe in me and my enemy,
As friends being mean, there is no friend in me.
I fear friends, because later they make me feel like fiends,
Friendship comes to an end, they keep changing like trends.
And that's why, I never be so personal,
As they be so logical and can even change for bizzles.
The time in which we living, is the time where people do zero deeds and are with so many needs.
Link:- http://sumeetgulabani.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/homeboys/
