Greg Soundz - Strange Fruit lyrics

Nina: Here is a fruit Here is a fruit Here is a fruit Here is a fruit Black, black breeze, breeze Black, black breeze, breeze Verse 1: Now I don't think my generation can really comprehend All the problems that we face from way back when Mama Billie sang it, Aunt Nina reiterated And now in the form of rap I must illustrate it Picture the South somewhere around the ‘40s Before these gold-toothed rappers and they forties Before all the crunk When racists were racists and wouldn't even front With hatred would chase you and put you in the trunk Sedate you or wake you and whip you with a gun You wish you wouldn't run but your ankle's broken [?] of the meat that the bone exposes Fun they pokin', you hoping Christ sees The crises all you see is white sheets ‘Get up, n*gga' they force you to get up Pourin' urine in your face 'til you spit up Lashes with branches, your skin ripped up And it cuts deep the ghost you about to give up The time is up another pickup pull up full of more Klan figures You are not to expect this type of a**ault Forty minutes ago you was just taking a walk Now you go from being a black man to coon The seed of strange fruit will be planted soon Chorus (Greg Soundz): Southern trees bare strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root They live for you, they die for you They bled for you, yeah so have you May we never no never forget what they did We won't forget, we can't forget, we won't forget Verse 2: Today you will be like Jesus Lynched by the cold hearted just like he was Innocent, guiltless just like he was You can only pray in your plight he sees ya Close to a seizure, tryna breathe but it's painful Shameful the rich just crush and mangle The angel's supposed to be here for you But it seems like they ain't even hearing you (Greg Soundz: forgiver[?]) Father forgive them It took a negro Christ to die for the system They continue to kick them with belts they whipped him But he can't die lonely if God is with him Now they blab the scriptures, are rather twisted This text on the Christ they had to have missed it ‘cause they repeat history and make us god As they shackle our arms, legs is tied And the great facade is they power-trip Like they got the real power, now how is this? When they resurrect later through the voice of Billie Several decades again through your boy O'hene As he steps on the table and wears the rope Looking at his accuser with glares of hope Even though the blood makes him a different image He looks up to the sky and says, ‘it is finished' (*group reciting the Lord's Prayer*)