The house was empty
I had no one to hang out with,
Then the moving truck arrived,
I remember saying
“I hope they’re not as bad as the old man next door.”

They talked to my family for a while,
The parents pretended to be nice,
but their kids talked about us.

There was an old couple that had groceries
they dropped some
the kids just watched and laughed.

I went to help
and the kids told me hurtful WORDS.
They ignored me for helping the old couple.

I knew they were haters and fakes
Then again I had no one to hang out with.

My neighbor,
the old man to my right remains the same
When my brother and I play football he watches us.
He makes sure we don't step on his grass.

He sits on his chair
and on his stairs,
he watches us through his window.
He smiles
but talks bad behind my back. 
The old man and the kids
just watch me to see what I do.
I’m surrounded by fakes,
I’m surrounded by haters,