The name's AB I don't work for free
This filly's making moves in the industry
Remember our farm Sweet Apple Acres?
I've made it Sweet Apple Makers
Why grow apples from trees in the ground
when you can double your efficiency with a potion compound
After years of work I concocted a blend
that made apples better than you could comprehend
Sweet tart flavor, one to savor
Do yourself a tasty favor
Break the skin ecstasy in
You know you've just made a friend of
juicy candied red delicious
So good you'd think they're fictitious
Who cares about fame and wealth
when these apples are better than life itself
We chased out the competition
Can't handle juxtaposition
Ever since we've made this venture
we've become the only vendor
We still got enemies
They want our sweet recipe
See them creeping on the farm
Grannie's shotgun sounds alarm
Income, status, monetary freedom
Colts keep coming but I don't need 'em
Raised up a new barn, bought up some new garb
Hired new staff so my family doesn't work hard
All this wealth is great I suppose
but the more bits I get, the more I feel alone
Who have I become, not myself I feel numb
I've forgotten who I was and where I had come from
What is missing
Where did I start
How do I fill
this hole in my heart