no one's real

Friends! Wtf does the fuckin word havta do with anything? Is there really such a thing? No matter the relation, it's in the end that makes the difference. When all's said n done n two met in compliance. Luv, family, close uncounters. Relations is in the time put into the connection like a job n everyone's a subcontractor. Around til the work is done n then that's, that. Crisp lips can't even consume the patience put in to what's considered what's becoming the past. How in the fuck can anyone ever go the distance if those trying cant find one an other? Rearranging the mindset made for defeat to concur expressions turning inward on self as the only true friend no longer recognizes a brother, mother, child or an undercover luv'r. So many r caught up with the rest of the population that could never care giving less. Needing someone real to crack a smile n give for once n resurrect that joy lost a ones best. Is there a such a thing as a moment that won't wind up an empty memory fading behind the eyes. Who in the fuck thought this shit up n thought it was cool to try n disable the mind? It's crippling knowing it's one against the world at the end if a long azz day. Cuz no one's real enough to put self aside so a lil truth can show how self in some kinda sense is wanted to stay. It's like a fucking drug for everyone's on the same fucking boat dining into a society plagued with righteous selfishness left on the backburner burnt. N to eat the blackened char is lifes way of saying come get what were not worth. Funny!