The three Fs of life

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The three Fs of life

 
So am fading away... how do i know that. well when you loose the three Fs of life (family, friends and faith) then you know yo in shit.... so where do i start... ok so one i have not seen most of my friends in like two no three no make tthat three months... when i bump into them i don seem to have much to say ... why the slung has changed the jokes is different... the memories they have is all new and i eint in them people is like 'remember that.... the guy with the... i .... and you ... then.... did...' and am like aaahh!!! and then they are like no henry you was not there and am like ok.... not their fault am just the kinda idiot that fails to show up at plots around town... i mean i always find some excuse not to go... that does it from now on am in on all plots i want my friends back... then family mhh... thats a tough one... my bros and mum we are tight and ok thank God we talk on the phone like every other weekend... i see them twice thrice a month... maybe i should go home more often am glad i still got that going for me... but its the others that get to me i mean really get to me... you is got people making promises they cannot keep... when you call some of them is like calling yo banker when you over draw yo account... no one is talking no more.... but what really gets me is when you run into them and their friends and they go like'.... have you met my nephew... am so proud of him... he all grown up now with a job and stuff... why just last year he i used to send him money for his education.... ( am thinking bullshit) now am paying for his brother... i mean we are family right.... ' BULLSHIT.... well am trying to look beyond the lies but am not as tolerant as i used to be especially when the phrase 'after his father died' keeps coming up... but you only get one family put up or put out... i think i'll stick with it. then their is faith... mhh.... am down with God the trinity and all that other entity but for some reason i don got no faith... i got faith in God its just humanity i don got faith in... i mean last year i was street smart and all but i still trusted people... now i am Thomas i got to see it to believe it... now i got myself wondering how in the hell did i get hear... not that i don trust anyone its that i don have faith in their actions... now family you can spend time with, friends you can bond, but faith how in the the hell do you go about getting that back...so now every day before i go to sleep i say a little prayer God take every little thing away from me but give me back the three Fs.... now is that too much to ask for.

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