Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun and games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
Mama, you'll be fine
Mister, don't you cry no more
We tell them all the time but the pain is undeniable
I lay to sleep
Give me some peace
I can hear them bodies dropping
Thank God that I didn't have my heat because it wouldn't keep his heart from stopping
Blew you up like what's your whereabouts
Questioned everything I cared about
Jesus kept me because when I seen them snakes up in that church I didn't air it out
Hallelujah
Now the case getting colder
I give the glory to God
He's the one I put my faith in
Man, I can't even trust in the law
And it ain't hit me 'til we pulled up to that cemetery
Went from collecting dolls to stacking up obituaries
And it ain't hit me 'til they lowered down that coffin
Had me thanking bout the times when we said that we'd be balling
Thats a strange fruit
Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun and games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
Daddy told me there'd be hard times
But I been dragged through the whole nine
These burdens ain't all mine
They were never all yours
All yours
Smiling on the out but in the inside you're on fours
So tell me what's the final step
I thought I got it 'til my cousin put that rope around his neck
And now get that life is nothing close to what you would expect
I wish he knew how much we cared before he took his final breath
What a mess
Everybody got they reasons
Everybody got they demons
Keep the faith because it's up there in your season
Man, I been through so much dirt you wouldn't believe it
Feel like you're struggling while everybody's breezing
And it ain't hit me 'til I seen your mamas face
To have to bury your baby tell me what am I supposed to say
And it ain't hit 'til you ain't answer when I dialed
Hurts so bad to know again I'll never get to see your smile
That's a strange fruit
Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun & games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper.
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my brothers in the slums
To my brothers that was taken way too young
R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my brothers in the slums
To my brothers that was taken way too young
You know I couldn't pick a better race to run
And I was chosen cause He knows that Imma get it done
So me say R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my sisters in the slums
To my sisters that was taken way too young
Yeah
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Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun and games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
Mama, you'll be fine
Mister, don't you cry no more
We tell them all the time but the pain is undeniable
I lay to sleep
Give me some peace
I can hear them bodies dropping
Thank God that I didn't have my heat because it wouldn't keep his heart from stopping
Blew you up like what's your whereabouts
Questioned everything I cared about
Jesus kept me because when I seen them snakes up in that church I didn't air it out
Hallelujah
Now the case getting colder
I give the glory to God
He's the one I put my faith in
Man, I can't even trust in the law
And it ain't hit me 'til we pulled up to that cemetery
Went from collecting dolls to stacking up obituaries
And it ain't hit me 'til they lowered down that coffin
Had me thanking bout the times when we said that we'd be balling
Thats a strange fruit
Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun and games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
Daddy told me there'd be hard times
But I been dragged through the whole nine
These burdens ain't all mine
They were never all yours
All yours
Smiling on the out but in the inside you're on fours
So tell me what's the final step
I thought I got it 'til my cousin put that rope around his neck
And now get that life is nothing close to what you would expect
I wish he knew how much we cared before he took his final breath
What a mess
Everybody got they reasons
Everybody got they demons
Keep the faith because it's up there in your season
Man, I been through so much dirt you wouldn't believe it
Feel like you're struggling while everybody's breezing
And it ain't hit me 'til I seen your mamas face
To have to bury your baby tell me what am I supposed to say
And it ain't hit 'til you ain't answer when I dialed
Hurts so bad to know again I'll never get to see your smile
That's a strange fruit
Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun & games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper.
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my brothers in the slums
To my brothers that was taken way too young
R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my brothers in the slums
To my brothers that was taken way too young
You know I couldn't pick a better race to run
And I was chosen cause He knows that Imma get it done
So me say R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my sisters in the slums
To my sisters that was taken way too young
Yeah
And clapping is fun and games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
Mama, you'll be fine
Mister, don't you cry no more
We tell them all the time but the pain is undeniable
I lay to sleep
Give me some peace
I can hear them bodies dropping
Thank God that I didn't have my heat because it wouldn't keep his heart from stopping
Blew you up like what's your whereabouts
Questioned everything I cared about
Jesus kept me because when I seen them snakes up in that church I didn't air it out
Hallelujah
Now the case getting colder
I give the glory to God
He's the one I put my faith in
Man, I can't even trust in the law
And it ain't hit me 'til we pulled up to that cemetery
Went from collecting dolls to stacking up obituaries
And it ain't hit me 'til they lowered down that coffin
Had me thanking bout the times when we said that we'd be balling
Thats a strange fruit
Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun and games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
Daddy told me there'd be hard times
But I been dragged through the whole nine
These burdens ain't all mine
They were never all yours
All yours
Smiling on the out but in the inside you're on fours
So tell me what's the final step
I thought I got it 'til my cousin put that rope around his neck
And now get that life is nothing close to what you would expect
I wish he knew how much we cared before he took his final breath
What a mess
Everybody got they reasons
Everybody got they demons
Keep the faith because it's up there in your season
Man, I been through so much dirt you wouldn't believe it
Feel like you're struggling while everybody's breezing
And it ain't hit me 'til I seen your mamas face
To have to bury your baby tell me what am I supposed to say
And it ain't hit 'til you ain't answer when I dialed
Hurts so bad to know again I'll never get to see your smile
That's a strange fruit
Maybe we made to love cause most of us just love to hate
And clapping is fun & games till daddy pull up with that yella tape
But it's getting deeper
We can't get over on the reaper.
So let it go unless you're ready ready cause it may not be cheaper to keep her
Strange fruits hanging in a tree
Didn't make it home
That's what I call murder
Strange fruits laying in the streets
No justice brings no peace but tell mama she'll be alright
R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my brothers in the slums
To my brothers that was taken way too young
R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my brothers in the slums
To my brothers that was taken way too young
You know I couldn't pick a better race to run
And I was chosen cause He knows that Imma get it done
So me say R.I.P.
R.I.P. to my sisters in the slums
To my sisters that was taken way too young
Yeah
Writer: Ashlyn Toston
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