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  here's a story that's true (aight)
 They had me locked up  for this crime I didn't do
 This white girl identified me  as a rapist
 Had me wishin I was Harry Houdini, the great escapist
 But wait it's, 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 I'd 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!"
 I'm gettin nervous just a little concerned
 cause in the South where I'm from niggaz will get burned
 Cause them whitey's on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck
 shit
 Oh well, I'm in jail man; I figure I'm protected (right..)
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 Verse Two: Danja Mowf
 Yeah, should have expected not to trust the police
 Them cops ain't 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 I'm gettin shucked like corn
 Bein drug through the town, face down
 to the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel
 I guess I'm 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 can't 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
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 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 that's for touchin on a white woman
 My screams and tears brought more celebration and cheers
 than twelve o'clock on New Year's
 A girl couldn't 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 wouldn't let me die-ah
 sayin, "Nigger we gon' fry ya in the fire"
 I prayed that death was movin near; that's 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 table's 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) there's no need to pursue it
 when you got A MILLION NIGGAZ round the country that'll do it
 Think!
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