Cameron Dominique - Strange Fruit

Uh, southern trees, bearing strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots
No longer hanging, but that strange fruit ain't make it far
They shoot out kids in the back and justify the cause
First, we were strange fruit, hanging from the poplar trees
Now those pastoral scenes, are urbanized with little means
By any means, teens chase things we never dreamed
They dreamed they might be a lawyer, I dreamed for 17
Years on this earth, or time to find my worth
They called me big, black, and ugly, undeserving of birth
Babies on shirts, while mommas cry, and we hold demonstrations
But who gon' wipe away her tears, fears, and frustrations
We gave y'all reparations, removed the limitations
Why don't y'all show some patience, they'll be more negotiations
More stalled investigations, more useless regulations
More gentrification, also known as segregation

Wait, stop
I think I heard another, gunshot
My brother laying on the, black top
Applying pressure but it won't stop, what could I do
So here in lies more strange fruit, for crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves to top
They paint strange fruit, as just a bitter crop

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Cameron Dominique

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