Golden Rotten Apple

I can't speak on the pain or see through the rain
Just wanna runaway like a runaway train
Got a runaway brain; my thoughts are somewhere else
Helping me to stay sane but shit could you blame me
The same people who made me seem to be out to mame me
I guess I'm just not their dream come true
I guess I'm not the angel who came down from Heaven
On October 23rd, 1987
Maybe I'll never find peace until I'm deceased
It's amazing the only love I get is out on the streets
When everybody could run to they moms or they dads
That's shit I ain't never had why everybody running to me
How could not expect jealousy
When I don't have a family and you parade yours around me
I don't wanna hear about your sister mines dead dog
A drunk driver damn near took off her head dog
I don't wanna hear about your big bro either
When my brother went missing on a mission
When my brother was cooking in the kitchen
When my brother was facing prison and still refused snitching
When my own sister don't want me
This is recent these ghosts don't haunt me
In a family tree that doesn't want me
I'm just a rotten apple with a stomach full of golden seeds
Just wondering what I can grow to be
A Sequoia with a concrete rose on it
A man who faced adversity and rose from it
A double something who kept it one hundred