She told me
She was different from the rest
And how talking to me relieved her stress
But recently she chose my best friend and another over me
That’s why people can’t be trusted in these streets
I’d rather be in a coffin
All eyes on me
When Tupac changed the game
To live and die with this girl was my dream
Blood stains on my shirt
Because I was stabbed in the back
But I’d rather feel bullet shells from a Mac
I guess all the true things she said
Were cover ups for her lies to be
And the funny thing this all happened
Recently