[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