[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