Danja Mowf - Strange Fruit Lyrics
Chorus: shawn chapelleSouthern trees, bare us strange fruitBlood on the leaves, blood at the rootsBlack bodies swingin, in the southern breezeAll that strange fruit hangin... hangin from the treesVerse one: danja mowfCheck it out, heres a story thats true (aight)They had me locked up, for this crime I didnt doThis white girl identified me, as a rapistHad me wishin I was harry houdini, the great escapistBut wait its, more check it out the plot thickens (aight)Cause shorty started tellin more tales than charles dickensShe said I kidnapped her, trapped her, slapped herThen after, I tapped her, I fled through the pastureNah, not me cuz, knew Id get acquittedBut seemed every white face in town knew I did itOr done it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figuresBearin triggers screaming, kill that nigger!Im gettin nervous just a little concernedCause in the south where Im from niggaz will get burnedCause them whiteys on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck shitOh well, Im in jail man; I figure Im protected (right..)ChorusVerse two: danja mowfYeah, should have expected not to trust the policeThem cops aint even yell freeze! they just gave the mob the keys (uh)They beat me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickupTied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumperOf a pickup, truck, now Im gettin shucked like cornBein drug through the town, face downTo the gravel, my clothes and skin unravelI guess Im guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavelThey took me to a tree, hung me ***** by my wristsWhen I beg and I plead I cant take it like thisThey shoved a pole in my mouth (what? ) cause you see down southLynchin was a show, erybody came outSee the mothers brought they daughters, to come and check the slaughtersAnd fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, they brungEveryone, from the old to the youngCause it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, wordChorusVerse three: danja mowfYeah, I hung bloody, down by the muddyWater of the missi-ssippi for my slaughterThe order in this court was plantatation mutilationI felt the cool sensation of a knife pointSlicin through the joint of each toe, each fingerEach thumb and, face it thats for touchin on a white womanMy screams and tears brought more celebration and cheersThan twelve oclock on new yearsA girl couldnt see, someone raised her higherSo she could watch them breakin out my teeth with the wire plierMy one desire was to meet my messiah but they wouldnt let me die-ahSayin, nigger we gon fry ya in the fireI prayed that death was movin near; thats whenThey castrated me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh)Gasoline cleaned my wounds like liquorSaw the match flicker, begged em do it quickerAhh yes, the smell of burning fleshA hundred angry bullets, penetrate my chestSweet death long awaited, I hang as a monumentA warning simply stated for a people that they hatedBut nowadays, the tables 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) theres no need to pursue itWhen you got a million niggaz round the country thatll do itThink!Chorus (repeat 2x)
