We're BOTH Anglo-Saxons

I don't even know how to describe the anger I experienced
Just 10 minutes ago, it's unhealthy to feel this shit
I saw someone I called friend a long time ago, walking on the side of the road
I was just driving home
Maybe pick some Newports on the way back, but it was clear
His face was front of the rear view, why is this nigga STILL here?
Weren't you in Europe for a stint?, never coming back?
Fuck the niggas you grew up with, right? -- live the life you never had?
And you're walking the same way as when you left
On the same street where we used to talk about the problems you had
You called me HAZE, I called you the WORST CASE
Rape the village you live in then leave, from St. Louis back to Germany
I guess that's why you've flown back HERE from OUR birthplace
You tried to cope;
Got in one too many instances where you were THIS close to overdose
And I pulled you out of that rut, never said you were thankful when you spoke
That's only one side of the story though, we DID have good times on the curb
Sit back, just zone out with a couple of birds
Not the typical, but the type that would serve
Became so much higher
We had to stop laughing due to the fact the conversation was slurred
Remember that nigga Gary you said that was cool?
And how he flushed his weed down the toilet ?, I told you that nigga was a fool
Making the block HOT with the shit he would do, when the cops came through
Hah, they STILL took apart his bathroom pipes to get the drugs out of his stool !
Remember helping Wayne out when he got evicted from his house?
His sister wouldn't pay her half of the rent, so they kicked that dumb bitch out?
And the same day he found out that the baby boy Tanisha said was his
Really wasn't, I could've swore when he heard the news he'd been paying
For some other nigga's kid; we would've found his throat slit
He was strong, but back and forth we still went
I swear you make it hard to be cool with any nigga I see
Because I still think they could back stab me like you enjoyed doing to me
Niggas don't understand it, you stole from my plate when I was FAMISHED
And it was all over two pounds of weed
So I go back and forth with my conscience, "Maybe I should pull over..."
Catch up, chill again, build again, then inherit the profits
Then I realize I'm not ready to talk, about anything; I call that logic
So I sped past, blasting my STILLmatic CD -- I guess niggas call that closure