True Friends

This has been on my mind for a couple weeks, just couldn't put it
together so I thought I would start letting it rip. It is based on
friendship. Who are true friends? Everyone claims to be, but are
they willing to live up to the responsibility? I am close to being
released now, and a lot of old freinds are starting to pop back in the
picture. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of friends; some that would
show up if I called in the middle of the night. Some that claim they
are friends wouldn't give me a drink of water if I was dying of
thirst. Just cause they say they are friend doen't necessarily say
so. And sometime we can get confused on who is a friend and who's
not. See, I thought that the guy that first introduced me to cocaine
was my friend, I thought he was doing me a big favor. Then I thought
that my friend that told me not to sell cocaine was my enemy, was
jealouse. Thirty years later I learned the difference between the
two. See, the guy that taught me how to sell cocaine - we got
arrested together. I knew I was through, and going to jail, and felt
no need for the both of us to go. Loved him like a brother and took
the load and let him walk. The day he walked out the cell after we
gave each other a brotherly embrace, he told me I had nothing to worry
about and he had me. That was the last day I heard from him until he
was on his death bed. The guy that told me not to sell drugs, he was
like a father figure, taught me how to play tennis; a lot of other
things I didn't want. But when I got arrested, he was one of the
first to be there. Man, my vision was blurred, but I think we are
starting to see a lil clearer now. Now that I am on my way home, a
lot of old friends are coming around. Should I be a real friend and
let them back? Or do I leave them like they left me?

$FWE$