Luck One
Текст песни Strange Fruit

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?