how come

so i changed huh? you got a phone, pick it up, call me, how come we don't even talk no more, and you don't even call no more, we don't barely keep in touch at all, and i don't even feel the same love when we hug no more, and i heard it through the grape vine we even beefing now, after all the years we been down, ain't no way no how, this bullshit can't be true, we family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you, so young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin' i went, so close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit, when ronnie died you were right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it, you even had the same type of childhood i did, sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours, and mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it, we grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up, to both yours and mine surprises, now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it, as much as your pride tries to hide it, your cold, you touch its like ice, in your eyes is the look of resentment, i can sense it, and i don't like it, it was my dream at first to be on spitting a verse, on my own album with a deal but shit got worse, so i came out i would've killed a nigga first, before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worst, some bitch that i wasn't with i would hit her then quit, but you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit, i told you don't get involved in it, you was smoking the chron with her, coming out of the bar with her stumbling half drunk, like you all was husband and wife or something, but me catching her fucking other niggers must've hurt you pride or something, 'cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me, when all i tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty, and ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced, you're acting like i ain't your man and lying like she can't be loose, but i am really you friend, i'm just trying to tell you the truth, but don't hate the game or the player, 'cause the one that is changing is you, you're only at the top 'cause my homie had to stop, now we acting like i gotta live only for the block, homies in the hood only she be on the tube, only gossip on the porch get to speaking on who, fools i used to rap with all expect magic, like my finger get to snapping and *poof* it just happen, but proof is just acting out the party was stoned, shady made it so my babies ain't starving at home, see the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends, whenever real intelligence that's forever till the end, i be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives, and wasting my times with these snakes in disguise, when you talk its with bitter and spite, and it's my fault for what you did with your life, and everytime i go to hear you and play you look away, we barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.