dough913 Poetry (1)

Was me and you since the 8th grade,
I depended on you cuz you kept me paid.
You were there all the time never had to search for ya,
Whether day or night I always had a purpose for ya.
Got me outta trouble cuz you knew where to hide me,
When them people would raid I'd just toss it outside.
Never found it but if they did it wasn't mines,
No prints no possession no time
At least that's how it was now-a-days blood and cuzz talking to the fuzz.
So I had to leave before fake ballers incarcerated me,
Hung me out to dry or put an "X" up on a "G".
You'll always be there just to many dudes using you,
Abusing you right now for me to be seen here. Free Buck