Like a Seesaw

I got a friend, yeah she cool She a friend most people call crazy, but I like her the way she is She can take a hit throw a punch She corrects me when I get out of line yeah she cool But what about the times when she talked about me? Or called me out my name? Or when she let my name be dragged through the dirt Was she so cool then? Maybe so, I really don't know But through it all she showed me that I could take my own hits And throw my own punches Cause our friendship was like a seesaw tilting up and down until she jumps off and BOOM!! I'm left there crying and hurt While she laughs cause i'm on the ground But instead of kicking more dirt on me, she lifts me up and brushes my clothes off "I was playing", she says, "You know I got your back." And she smiles and says come on, and I run after her because I believe her