Fake Friends

Yo, you see that? He walked right past,

Like I was fog on a windshield, fading fast.

Eyes straight ahead, chin held high,

But his silence? Man, that’s a louder lie.

Ain’t that the way with the weak of soul?

They dodge, they ghost, they lose control.

Thinkin’ their distance makes ’em grand,

But truth be told, it’s built on sand.

But why the act? The cold disguise?

The smirk, the shrug, the hollow eyes?

Like I ain’t been here, like I don’t exist,

Like I’m just a name they forgot on a list.

‘Cause realness rattles, shakes ‘em deep,

Makes ‘em question the masks they keep.

They’d rather pretend, avoid the light,

Than face the fact they lost the fight.

Then let ‘em stay in their paper-thin pride,

Let ‘em drown in the waves of the lies they ride.

Me? I’m thunder, I’m fire, I’m free,

And they? Just echoes—too scared to be.