mark bowdidge - freinds

they stab me in the back
and i have their's
they spit on my name
while i hold their names high
kicked when im down; is what they do
kick some trash talker in face; is what i do for them
they may not be perfect; i never wanted them to be
might not be all that great
but not all my freinds are like this

mark bowdidge

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