Apple

[Verse 1]

I’m a nervous and confused little boy

Overworked from what I’m working to avoid

What is not besides the point?

Is it ego that sometimes I don’t control?

And the wounded child inside me

That sometimes I don’t console

Though I’m grateful, there are times

When I forget that things are great

Thought I’m loving, when I’m reeling

You may find me feeling hate

My great uncles and great aunts

Would do a dance to make it rain

Though I’ll end up getting paid

This is a play that’ll make it plain

[Verse 2]

Yo let me see, I’m obsessed with being the best that I can be

And I’m just about as funky as a monkey in that tree

Yo I’m just about as funky as a junkie feeling jumpy

Any oatmeal daily weekly monthly, be it smooth or lumpy

I don’t make decisions based on what will happen or will not

Cos acting like I know would only show that I forgot

Remembering that I’m subject to the forces that are God’s

Keeps me constantly receiving even should you think me odd

[Verse 3]

I’m not being dark but till the day that I’ve departed

Right up till I rest I’m on the quest to get it started

Shouts to anybody tryna shed a heavy harness

Sometimes being an artist leaves you feeling heavy-hearted

I’m not tryna cake up, I just wake up and be rappin’

By the force of habit, I don’t know, it’s gonna happen

Mostly I be thinking don’t be drinking, don’t be yacking

I’m not tryna hear what’s on your hip, yo quit your yapping

I ain’t never asked to be the nicest on the planet

Just because I am, don’t think I’m taking it for granted

Branded cos I’m different but that doesn’t leave me stranded

Currently my district is specific to Atlantic

When I get the call I get it popping on the double

Trust me I be rocking like I’m Fred and Barney Rubble

There is not a rapper who’s equipped for starting trouble

Homies if you [?] see me with the Hubble

No one in the know is gonna claim I’m talking wreckless

I’m so hungry, way beyond just dinner lunch & breakfast

Now I’m tryna figure out what’ll trigger my defences

Sorry for before in my career when I was sexist

‘Fore initiation you might think that I’m a wacko

Lose your reservations and you’ll see that I’m a capo

You are nothing less, there’s nothing left for me to tackle

But trying to regurgitate the tree of knowledge apple