and India Man, I took her everywhere But now she sleeps in garbage But shit, I be alone She's got a simple case Of what they wanna call some strange
Keen to the shifting wind I bend to it blind To rid these kisses of sin That must stay behind Sour the fruit of neglect The core of my doubt Deprived
Green grass grows on the ground as I expound above the sound, look around, now sit down and listen Dark brown shades drown in the raise of rock, close
left town, new haven ain't a bag of salt When nobody knows your name, you look so different over the phone Seven states away they're doin', doin' the strange fruit
, "Shall now bear fruit; The Muse's final gift shall be my wife." "All I ever wanted Was to bring one thing of true beauty into this world... Over strange
years (many, many years) Slavery days... Slavery days... Slavery days... Oh you've been bought Oh you've been sold Oh cast over me Got strung up for nothing at all Strange fruit
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sink box Wu Tang in corp your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like Bjork great hero Jim Thorpe How can I
when you burn in Me Opium, we fantasize as we fuse with your root You are a strange flower, we are your strangest fruit Opium, it burns in me and you
'd hoped to abandon When I got out on the open road But any more pent up emotion And I think, I'm gonna explode There's never been an endeavor so strange
in the alphabet He said, "Good heavens, I forgot the Model T" And that was good advice, good advice Good advice costs nothing and it's worth the price It's fruitful
M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thuggin' it Snatchin' niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin' it Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot Yo it's a strange
shadows grow hatred along the corridor crawls fear Crushed by the promise of hope and never returned Watched with a hawk's trained eye Trees grow silent fruit
I have no mouth and I must scream What we are you too will become Liberated children of a blood hungry God Sedition They used to hang women like me, strange fruit
niggas is bitin' my hot hats And followed my drum pattern, but I done that It's time to change, get more deranged Feels more strange Follow me through
Voodoo warning Is calling Down in limbo Moonlight lush life Bears strange fruit Down in limbo Come with me now A moth to a flame You never get near
sideways Laughing in my face Here within my troubled sleep There's such a lonely place Running fast but never moving I can't get away Strange but realistic
wanna make it, I wanna make it with you I wanna make it with you I wanna fake it for you I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you I've got some fruit
And money mix like mayonaise and cotton candy Strangely the roots of all evil Anything with a life got a price Could easily be the fruits for all people