A friend I have
But rarely see...

I let them flourish, I let them grow
But God the thought it scares me so...

True friends are very hard to find
There people of a certain kind...

I read you poem the other day
And oh my god , what could I say...

If you want to be rich you son of a b***h,
Ill tell you what to do...

I wrote this poem for you my friend
I hope that it does not offend...

I saw a stranger standing proud
someone special in a crowd...

A distant dream I can recall
I remember being very small...