Apple Tree Me - Brother Ali, C.S. Armstrong

Apple tree me

They throw rocks, I throw 'em apples back

If you’re ruffling my people’s leaves

I guarantee that I’ma stab yo ass

I say it once so you can leave

Then we’re both gonna have to choose

You wake up in emergency, I wake up in the custody

We both’ll wake up on the news

I’m always on my post til they release me

To do the least or the most, whatever need be

Can’t decrease me or DB even briefly

A champion, stand as a chief until we breathe free

They either honor me or shower me with cruelty

Neither one has anything to do with me

But if you do judge, do it according

To the reality that this is me while being tortured

I often think of myself as lost, and

Only thing for certain is a curtain and a coffin

Learned my first song from my mama then I watched 'em

Zip her face up in the bag and drag her off and

I’m not being dramatic, I’m just playing back the highlights

Things I remember more vivid than my eyesight

Forgive me, give me just a minute get my mind right

Don’t expect me spit 'em in a straight line, man

I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared no more

Done seen the worst of the worst

I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared no more

Gonna have to kill me first

The bottom so real, when you move away it don’t mean I forgot

I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared