Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service
Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,
Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/
'cause it was an admired service-man
Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,
I keep hearing to keep the faith and hold on to the truth.
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