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[Featuring Shawn Chapelle]
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Chorus: Shawn Chapelle
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Southern trees bare us strange fruit
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Blood on the leaves blood at the roots
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Black bodies swingin in the Southern breeze
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All that strange fruit hangin... hangin from the trees
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Verse One: Danja Mowf
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Check it out here's a story that's true (aight)
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They had me locked up for this crime I didn't do
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This white girl identified me as a rapist
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Had me wishin I was Harry Houdini, the great escapist
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But wait it's, more check it out the plot thickens (aight)
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Cause Shorty started tellin more tales than Charles Dickens
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She said I kidnapped her, trapped her, slapped her
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then after, I tapped her, I fled through the pasture
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NAH, not me cuz, knew I'd get acquitted
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But seemed every white face in town knew I did it
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or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures
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bearin triggers screaming, "Kill that nigger!"
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I'm gettin nervous just a little concerned
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cause in the South where I'm from niggaz will get burned
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Cause them whitey's on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck
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shit
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Oh well, I'm in jail man; I figure I'm protected (right..)
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Danja Mowf
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Yeah, should have expected not to trust the police
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Them cops ain't even yell "Freeze!" they just gave the mob the keys
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(uh)
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They beat me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup
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Tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper
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of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin shucked like corn
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Bein drug through the town, face down
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to the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel
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I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel
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They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists
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When I beg and I plead I can't take it like this
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they shoved a pole in my mouth (what?) cause you see down South
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Lynchin was a show, ERYBODY came out
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See the mothers brought they daughters, to come and check the
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slaughters
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And fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, they brung
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everyone, from the old to the young
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Cause it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, word
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Danja Mowf
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Yeah, I hung bloody, down by the muddy
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water of the Missi-ssippi for my slaughter
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The order in this court was plantatation mutilation
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I felt the cool sensation of a knife point
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slicin through the joint of each toe, each finger
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each thumb and, face it that's for touchin on a white woman
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My screams and tears brought more celebration and cheers
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than twelve o'clock on New Year's
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A girl couldn't see, someone raised her higher
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so she could watch them breakin out my teeth with the wire plier
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My one desire was to meet my Messiah but they wouldn't let me die-ah
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sayin, "Nigger we gon' fry ya in the fire"
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I prayed that death was movin near; that's when
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they castrated me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh)
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Gasoline cleaned my wounds like liquor
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Saw the match flicker, begged em do it quicker
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Ahh yes, the smell of burning flesh
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A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my chest
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Sweet death long awaited, I hang as a monument
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A warning simply stated for a people that they hated
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But nowadays, the table's turned like a wrench (aight)
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Cause white folks no longer have a reason to lynch (why?)
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Cause when it comes down to it (uh-huh) there's no need to pursue it
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when you got A MILLION NIGGAZ round the country that'll do it
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Think!
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Chorus (repeat 2X)
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Strange Fruit
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| Danja Mowf |
