Bitter Fruit

I’m a bitter fruit that fell from a tree... A bitter fruit raised in the Ghetto, no Daddy for me... I hated life and life hated me... This place was were I lived; it had made many other bitter fruits, just like me... No love did I have for this world, you see? Bitter at this world I will always be... Not one person has ever cared for me! My own Mother left me; all she wanted was that white rock...Not me! No tears from this bitter fruit will you ever see... So what if I’m a bitter fruit? Should I not have the right to be? No damn body has ever cared for me!