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Strange Fruition
- //VERSE 1:
- It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,
- affectin' little kids when they hear us drop a poem,
- who sittin' in their rooms, probably feelin' all alone,
- until the shit comes on, and it plays they favorite song,
- and maybe they just hear somethin' that just sounds wrong,
- hearin' "pop a nigga, smack a bitch, and get stoned",
- and it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,
- 'till that music is imprinted on 'em, programmed like a drone,
- and music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,
- for blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,
- how do you think that sounds when they turn on and listen,
- is that the way we sell out just get some recognition?
- but music is a power like a diamond when it glistens,
- supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,
- it all just goes South 'till they make these bad decisions,
- cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,
- so just listen
- //HOOK:
- Strange fruit, that's the truth, I spit it in the booth,
- and say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,
- refuse to even try and just go back to our roots,
- we challenge the system when it bears strange fruit
- //VERSE 2:
- And this shit is not about the music and its bad decisions,
- it's just about the people being trapped up in our system,
- the blacks and the poor and the women given grief,
- the people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,
- and people holler "soft", when they hear me scream "peace",
- just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,
- they took the "freed" and then hanged 'em up in the trees,
- the strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,
- the burning flesh and twisted mouth and blood on the leaves,
- those same Southern trees where the rage still leaks,
- the hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,
- who purely loved each other and then killed one another,
- divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,
- who thought that light could shine on a spot in the gutter,
- but the gutter's where the stuck, the system flush 'em out,
- the same truth that ignorant folks just knew nothin' 'bout,
- no doubt
- //HOOK:
- Strange fruit, that's the truth, I spit it in the booth,
- and say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,
- refuse to even try and just go back to our roots,
- we challenge the system when it bears strange fruit
- //VERSE 3:
- You stomped on the blacks, took 'em, made it harder,
- discriminated housing and then took away their fathers,
- dual earning whites went and took suburban flight,
- which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,
- cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,
- man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and Latino,
- the flag that enslaved 'em, now they pledge allegiance,
- and where's the reparations, 40 acres in a agreement,
- and people are so ignorant that they don't even see it,
- refuse to hear a commentary whenever I'm speakin',
- the stand your ground laws, Jim Crow, just as racist,
- reminds you of the faces, Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis,
- cops frisk with the Glock clips, now they stop and freeze,
- that reminds me of the bodies from them poplar trees,
- you can't even try and question what was given to you,
- and how the fuck you kill the system when you live in it too?
- strange fruit
- //HOOK:
- Strange fruit, that's the truth, I spit it in the booth,
- and say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,
- refuse to even try and just go back to our roots,
- we challenge the system when it bears strange fruit
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