Orange on the apple tree”
I'm trying to be who I was set out to be
I don't think that's who I want to be
who I want to be
Is still trying to grow out of me
Not what people expect me to be
how that red rose was once an ugly seed
now it's what people expected it to be
Or maybe I want to be the Orange on the apple tree
don't want to be a repeat of a something that I could never be..
Even if I wanted to.
But why is everyone so bound to society?
Looked up in a cage of regret and revenge
I need to find the solution
to all this confusion,
so caught up in pleasing others
then I end up stressing
to be a part of what I thought I was missing
because I tryna’ be who they want me to be
Who my parents want me to be
Who teachers want me to be
Who rappers want me to be
Who "friends" want me to be
Except for who I want to be
Except for that Orange on the apple tree.