Trust Turns to Dust

Yeah, trust is a thin line, sharp like a blade

Thought I had your back, now I got a price to pay

Brought you in my circle, thought you was real

Now I see the snake behind the steel

Stayed true, never crossed that line

But you stole what was mine, now I feel the crime

Told you stay low, keep it real, don't switch

But you flipped the script, running to the cops like a little snitch

I gave you my hand, you took my soul

Now you wanna play the victim, take control

Thought we was brothers, turned out to be foes

But I'm still standing, let the truth unfold

See his name was Brandon we went way back, between two garages smoking on a dank sack, Walking to the Prosser town market, hand him a joint and tell him to spark it, always getting lit playing call of duty zombies, cruising the backroads hotboxing a dank mobies

Be careful who you bring close, they might betray

Should've saw the warning signs, but I looked away

Now charges on my name, standing in the rain

Told you I’d beat your ass, instead I feel the pain

So he was hard up hitting rough times, I said you ain't got a place you can come stay at mines, he said thanks dawg I cant make it just slanging these dimes, I didn't care after all he's the homie, and in this game you always down to help a broski,

A year goes by I provided and provided, gave him a place, everything needed for a means to survive,

I came home after working one night,

House was empty that bitch robbed me blind.

Lessons learned in the cold, dark night

Trust is a gamble, better play it right

Watch your back, 'cause friends turn to enemies fast

In this game of survival, you gotta outlast

So I made the call and nobody picked up,

Feeling betrayed he gunna get pieced up

When I see your bitch ass it's on site, I'm gunna beat within a inch of your life, I just got home done with work that night, that's when I seen those fuckin red and blue lights, gun drawn saying zero come outside, your under arrest for threatening a life, no shirt no shoes in county for some nights, I said fuck you clowns I got rights, class c felony looking at some time.

So I'm catching these charges for being big hearted, wishing that our friendship had never even started, wanting to go crazy like whalburg in the departed, but karma a bitch and she did find him, in the bottom of a hole where this thing started, about six feet deep in between two garages...