Red Apple

The bright red apple

Fell out of the tree

Landing on the dry cold ground

A ground littered with leaves

The apple layed for a couple of days

Until a little boy came along

Tempted he was to take it

But wondered if it was wrong

Because the tree belonged

To old man G

Everyone was scared of him

Including you and me

Rage

No more hate

Just filled it with rage

Hopefully these suckas well see that i don't play

Cause one day they gunna end up hurtin themselves in a way

When there aint no comin back, and your the one lookin at the stage.