[Featuring Shawn Chapelle]
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..)
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 i
