Текст (слова) песни: Danja Mowf - Strange Fruit

Chorus: shawn chapelle

Southern trees, bare us strange fruit

Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots

Black bodies swingin, in the southern breeze

All that strange fruit hangin... hangin from the trees

Verse one: danja mowf

Check it out, heres a story thats true (aight)

They had me locked up, for this crime I didnt do

This white girl identified me, as a rapist

Had me wishin I was harry houdini, the great escapist

But wait its, more check it out the plot thickens (aight)

Cause shorty started tellin more tales than charles dickens

She said I kidnapped her, trapped her, slapped her

Then after, I tapped her, I fled through the pasture

Nah, not me cuz, knew Id get acquitted

But seemed every white face in town knew I did it

Or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures

Bearin triggers screaming, "kill that nigger!"

Im gettin nervous just a little concerned

Cause in the south where Im from niggaz will get burned

Cause them whiteys on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck shit

Oh well, Im in jail man; I figure Im protected (right..)

Chorus

Verse two: danja mowf

Yeah, should have expected not to trust the police

Them cops aint even yell "freeze!" they just gave the mob the keys (uh)

They beat me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup

Tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper

Of a pickup, truck, now Im gettin shucked like corn

Bein drug through the town, face down

To the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel

I guess Im guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel

They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists

When I beg and I plead I cant take it like this

They shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down south

Lynchin was a show, erybody came out

See the mothers brought they daughters, to come and check the slaughters

And fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, they brung

Everyone, from the old to the young

Cause it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, word

Chorus

Verse three: danja mowf

Yeah, I hung bloody, down by the muddy

Water of the missi-ssippi for my slaughter

The order in this court was plantatation mutilation

I felt the cool sensation of a knife point

Slicin through the joint of each toe, each finger

Each thumb and, face it thats for touchin on a white woman

My screams and tears brought more celebration and cheers

Than twelve oclock on new years

A girl couldnt see, someone raised her higher

So she could watch them breakin out my teeth with the wire plier

My one desire was to meet my messiah but they wouldnt let me die-ah

Sayin, "nigger we gon fry ya in the fire"

I prayed that death was movin near; thats when

They castrated me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh)

Gasoline cleaned my wounds like liquor

Saw the match flicker, begged em do it quicker

Ahh yes, the smell of burning flesh

A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my chest

Sweet death long awaited, I hang as a monument

A warning simply stated for a people that they hated

But nowadays, the tables turned like a wrench (aight)

Cause white folks no longer have a reason to lynch (why? )

Cause when it comes down to it (uh-huh) theres no need to pursue it

When you got a million niggaz round the country thatll do it

Think!

Chorus (repeat 2x)

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Im gettin nervous just a little concerned Cause in the south where Im from niggaz will get burned Cause them whiteys on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck shit Oh well, Im in jail man; I figure Im protected (right..) Chorus Verse two: danja mowf Yeah, should have expected not to trust the police Them cops aint even yell "freeze!" they just gave the mob the keys (uh) They beat me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup Tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper Of a pickup, truck, now Im gettin shucked like corn Bein drug through the town, face down To the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel I guess Im guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists When I beg and I plead I cant take it like this They shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down south Lynchin was a show, erybody came out See the mothers brought they daughters, to come and check the slaughters And fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, they brung Everyone, from the old to the young Cause it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, word Chorus Verse three: danja mowf Yeah, I hung bloody, down by the muddy Water of the missi-ssippi for my slaughter The order in this court was plantatation mutilation I felt the cool sensation of a knife point Slicin through the joint of each toe, each finger Each thumb and, face it thats for touchin on a white woman My screams and tears brought more celebration and cheers Than twelve oclock on new years A girl couldnt see, someone raised her higher So she could watch them breakin out my teeth with the wire plier My one desire was to meet my messiah but they wouldnt let me die-ah Sayin, "nigger we gon fry ya in the fire" I prayed that death was movin near; thats when They castrated me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh) Gasoline cleaned my wounds like liquor Saw the match flicker, begged em do it quicker Ahh yes, the smell of burning flesh A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my chest Sweet death long awaited, I hang as a monument A warning simply stated for a people that they hated But nowadays, the tables turned like a wrench (aight) Cause white folks no longer have a reason to lynch (why? ) Cause when it comes down to it (uh-huh) theres no need to pursue it When you got a million niggaz round the country thatll do it Think! 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