Old and New
You have to tell an old friend
About the new things that you
Get
Because they understand the
Struggles and all the
She-it
New friends are cool and they
Appreciate where you are
But they don’t know the distance
They don’t know if your success was
Near or far
Old friends see the come-up
Through prayers and believing
Some may call it luck
When you start receiving
Your hand is in the cookie
Jar
And all your cookies are soft
And no longer hard
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