BAD FRUIT*

Jean Dawson

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I'm just a little volcano in the night time
I can see the world burn under my finger tips

I'm just an apple
I'll fall when I turn ripe
Hit the floor hard
I was never picked

I'm just a little tornado
In the Sun shine
Click your heels
Run on golden bricks

I'm just a little Moon
Running from the sunrise
Make the waves crash
Hide behind my only friend

I read every sign on some real shit
But I still trip
Over every line
On some real shit
It took a long time for me just to feel this
Working over time
Faking like I'm fine showing
Diligence
Acting like you hard but you still a bitch
Messing with my mind what the pills did
Niggas press my line hit the kill switch
Niggas die in the summer time
But I never trip
It wasn't one of mine
I'm heaven sent
In my mothers eyes
Everything I did
Kind of undefined
Real deal real spill
Falling off the vine
And I was a little kid living off of Vine
And sunset some said it was my time
I ain't done yet

I'm a little volcano
Give me space
With my hand out the window
Ride the wave