Artist: Jericho Jackson
Album:  Elzhi and Khrysis are Jericho Jackson
Song:   F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Elzhi]
Guess now you know the reason why I'm private
True friendships, I've been deprived it
It's painful when them knives get
Thrown in your back by those you run in the pack with
Who's active in making the right tracks shift from under your feet
They fradulent, so it's no wonder to see
It's there whether the outcome is that you wanna defeat
I always felt someone who's true would be loyal to them beneath the soil
That's if you boil Ramen Noodles or you royal
No need for crying over spoiled milk that's spilt
Cause everybody isn't built to see the error in they guilt
And treat you fairly instead so we not cut from the same cloth
And they hangin by a very thin thread

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I need a true friend, not the one with misleading surprises
Cause that's a Fake Relationship Involving Enemies Needing Disguises
I need true friends
And if you feel the way I feel, throw up your two hands
Same niggaz that you drink with and you blew gans
Be the same niggaz that'll try to knock you off your path where your shoe lands
And force you to come up with some new plans, damn

[Elzhi]
Man, I don't believe it
Thought he would always have my backbone
'Til things got ugly as a scene in Scarface when they wack Ton'
We was supposed to start our black-owned business
Invest in real estate
Drive cars off the lot with the dealer's plate
We seen each other at our lowest
Rollin that Bud Bundy, speakin on how cool it would be if we could blow this
in a Ferrari or the Lotus
He knew just 'bout my every setback and set off notice
The runners with the law gettin sued by the label
The fear of me not bein able to stay mentally stable
The friends who were cut off like cans for stealin on a Iran civilian
That would've ruined my plans a million
Times before I was broken completely
If you discretely feel the same but covered your tracks neatly, then eat me
They say what's in the dark comes to the light, sad
He did a nigga quite bad and so he might had a screw too loose to fix
Once after gettin stoned
I thought how he went behind my back and crossed me, that's a crucifix
You know, them abusive sticks they nailed Christ to
Garner alleyways we shot dice through
Memories of high school parking lot pimpin
Attempting to get a number rappin in battles
Never wimpin out, no doubt, I would've went to war for 'em
Discusses on your block of your form

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