Luck One - Strange Fruit lyrics

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Pinning rap like leaders that teach

Like we ain’t getting nervous when we see the police

As if there was really justice when they never been entrusted

And they actually afford it, that’s the freedom of speech

They’ve been telling me I’m bugging, chose a different narrative

Think of all the fans you’re offending with your status

You just tell ‘em if they listening, the only thing that matters

Is providing drinking water for a hundred million Africans

So confused, we complain about what’s likeable

Fuss about the traffic if you clean about the bicycles

First world problems I cannot subscribe to

Look at all the mad horrors I’ve survived through

Came to realize you were being lied to

Highest white, pray into the skies from a god to surprise

Most of them people designed to despise you

Devise methods to take your lives, you can ride, too

Yeah, and make you believe that it’s fly, too

Strange fruit

God is purchasing our plight,

All back on that, no rights, isn’t that strange?

Your complexion isn’t white, die down

Right now, don’t fight, man it’s just strange

High tech, privately helping penitentiaries

And underfunded public Elementaries

Is that strange fruit, how we jumping in the cage, right?

For gold chains and some change, right?

Got their silence with the gas, now they’re medium’s demeaning

America, Nairobi, we never missed a tedium

So when they sell us religion, we foolishly believe in them

Instead of trying to kill our enemies, we’re receiving them

Disguise it as to listen us demand that

Disguise it as zero percent transfer

Disguise it as corporations we are relying on

Minute made PNG, Black Water, Viacom

These rappers brag about their habit of consumption

They’re popping every pill that they have, enough to function

Well, I’m in street, as they get up,

But I speak like I graduated college when I’m having a discussion

So are you busting them shots, explain to me

How whipping fitted you to jump in the box

It’s more than I have, enough for the cops

I’m double clutching my intuition, my struggling, I cover these blocks

And I be loading in my chapel while the government watch

Strange fruit

Tough guy with a gun, bang, bang

But you ain’t raising your son, isn’t that strange fruit?

Celebration for the dumb, deaf and blind

When I get it to the slums, man it’s just strange fruit

Kill each other for money and do a song about it

Find your worthy consumption and write a blog about it

Strange fruit

How we jumping in the cage, right?

For gold chains and some chains, right?