Who am I to you? Tell me what you think of me Am I your friend? Or am I just your enemy? Tell me Treatin me like **** When we out in a group But askin for help When we alone in the same room This ain’t right You gotta make your mind Before it’s too late and you run out time But it’s your loss Cuz im a really nice guy See I even had the heart to put you in this rhyme. Don’t play games with me Cuz your gonna get hurt And don’t mess with this fire cuz your bound to get burnt now take this little rhyme its already in full effect but don’t take it personally its just a reality check
This is a poem written by my good friend Cedrick Almonacy. He doesn't have an account on here, so I had to share this with the word on mine. <3