All skinfolk ain’t kinfolk People that’s no joke Some you’d love to hug and kiss Others you could choke Some will be there when you need Someone to go for broke Others hang around your neck Like a wooden yoke
Every brother ain’t a brother Same or different mother Some you feel a natural bond with Others you wanna smother Some you’re really glad to see Others make you run for cover Some can have you deceived Up until you discover
Every friend ain’t a friend Who’ll be there to the end Although that’s the message That they try to send Some are in you corner Up until the very end Others are the kind Who fool you and pretend
All that glitters isn't gold Despite the size Of your bank roll Often the karatis you are told Isn’t always What you’re sold Cos even slicksters Can be rolled