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It took us four years to get through it

And we got through it together

Same days different weather

Same jeans different sweaters, whatever

We went from knowing no one, to everyone knowing us

Going down together when one of us would get caught cussing

I'm not fussing at y'all/ Y'all were my crew

And you can't get mad if there were more than you

My other crew, my teammates, my unprofessional sports figures

We posted along that hallway wall like no one was bigger

From September to June, morning to noon

We stuck together through the years as we watched

ourselves bloom

Both of my crews had their own wall

That's called territory/ We had to own it all

Girls, would go out of their way just to get their backs on it

Whoever was hot at the time/ Yeah, they wanted their hands on

him/ Girls would come and go, and I'd remain saying, “Hi.” But

when one of my partners would come and go…I'd go out of my

way just to say, “Bye. Catch you later. Take it easy. Stay up.”

Until the next day comes…

TO MY OLD FRIENDS…