Strange Fruit Lyrics - Singles - Danja Mowf

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 'cause, 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..) 

Chorus 

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 

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 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! 

Chorus (repeat 2x)