Oh fair weather friends for which it depends on my mood how true you will be. I’d like you to know just one or two little things about me. I’ve seen you before you’ve nothing going, or in store.So go-ahead be on your way.The battles I fight I far beyond your sight.They’d chew you up in a day.So while you judge from your fine friend throne.I’ll die a fulfilled man and you.You’ll die alone.
To all the haters.
And for those who don’t understand, bless you. Your cherished.