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!
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